Shavings Of Light

inside the spider's web,
held against their will
tiny lights held by longing,
pressed close to the

heart of need

reflected from the smoky eyes
of an old blind man
a lifetime of things seen,
and then forgotten lost

in the forever dark.

lamplight on the wet lips
of young lovers swept to sea,
lost in the eternal moment
of passion that breaks

against the shore.

the flame of a candle
burned down and left
on the table by the desk
where he wrote his life's poetry

with a pen dipped in blood.

the first hint of morning
breaking through the tops
of the trees cold and silent
causing the grasses to rise

and sing the song of a new day

shavings of light that
paint the world with naked
human eyes and open
the grave setting the spirit

free free to believe!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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