running through the veins
of illumination
you cannot deny the light
the way it colors everything
with the existence of shadow
i see hope in the mirror
of cracked faces
something deeper than darkness
some glimmer of innocence and
arbitrary renewal
random patterns weaving evidence
of participation
the glow of reverence
your compass leads the way
with no reflection
crazed crackled map
of delicate edges
leading to your last deliverance
November 26th, 2013 at 8:26 am
what a sensorial writer, tremendously deep exhortation
November 26th, 2013 at 8:48 am
nice. i find hope in the cracked faces as well…smiles. the compass leading the way with no reflection is a cool line as well.
November 26th, 2013 at 12:16 pm
i see hope in the mirror
of cracked faces….love this line. Love the poem!
November 26th, 2013 at 1:09 pm
I like the mention of hope and reverence in your poem. I hope the last deliverance is peaceful & that reflection was unnecessary.