Until Death

My saving of light considers the art of life,
I derive equations of beauty to fit my heaven.
The god of love descends on the night of power,
Open to the love, open to the beauty of a saying.
May the lights of colour damn the black air,
An adventure is a prized fortunate mission,
Freedom will grasp you when luck happens.
The light to store in your soul eventually declines
Until death overtakes, and mutters to sleep.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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