Gleams A Light

Gleams a light
across the darkness
casting waves of lace
on my windowpane,

breaking night into colors
that no night can understand

and consuming me
with joy

when the invisible hand
flips the switch
and unbroken blackness
fills endless space...

but I am content.

The memory
is still warm
in my soul.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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