Light Bearers

The Ancient still.

Abyss of time stares back.

Drink in what could be.

Drink back what is.

Perched on the edge of obscurity.

Summer explodes in timelines unhindered.

Winters blow back in and out proportion.

Constants, remain constant.

Drink in the waters that be.

Try, and paint me a vivid dream.

Bleach over the lacerations, and house the omissions.

In a safe wooden home free of rot.

Paint our eyes to sleep.

Tuck us in where there is no dying.

Kiss our foreheads, and forget our names.

Karma is a lay man's attempt to reap, and sew.

Triumph bled for adoption.

Victory resounds in a trumpet.

We never turn off the lights.