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,
undressing their robe
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 shade by day
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.