illumination

i am not sunshine.

i am storms.

the blinding flash

of lightning across skies.

illumination.

i dance to thunder’s drum.

a wilder beat.

dangerous and untamed.

dark’s love,

illumination.

i am not ever-present.

not constant rays,

but pulses.

strokes, and beams,

illumination.

i radiate,

turning shadows to art.

making sense of their cloak

when you need it most.

illumination.

i am fire.

a tool of evolution.

like warmth of rum

and revolution’s

new thoughts.

illumination.

i am not a lighthouse.

nor its keeper.

but the luminous waves,

calling through the fog.

illumination.

i am day shadows

to be night stars.

leading the way

as you navigate seas.

illumination.

while those that stand

at crossroads, lost,

beyond the bend.

i shine beacons home.

illumination.

when you need to see

in storms as wild as me,

i burn.

illumination.

you will go.

forth.

illuminated.

and i,

i will shine

all the more.

brighter.

for i am

Illumination.

a.h.

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