Of the Light
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I see the blue
I see the scene
I see the fields
I see the green

I see the truth
I see the strain
I feel my tooth
I heal my sprain

I steal to use
I grieve in deus
I sneeze when day
Is too far away

I lie at night
Beside my bedlight
While nightmares sway
Wait for the way

Of the Light