The lights come on
To the eyes of the seeking
By clear sighted captives
In oceans of dreams.
To see far horizons
And travel into expanses
With unglimpsed fragile shores
In realms of paradox.
Without revelation
In the fountain of precious moments
Everything is dispersed
In rooms of the perishing.
The lights come on
Loves bright illumination
Shards of hope shine
In the hearts of redemption-------------------------------
Written for Poetry Jam
