There was a dream of flowers brightness
darkness gone, stars still aglow
in a place of perfect timing
luminescence, a wondrous show.
Beauty comes from inner working
reverent flame grows as it's stoked
from our love and kindness given
we do shine, love is invoked.
Needing, caring, holding dearly
brings out our best, the dark retreats
and the glow of all around us
can bring a touch of kind relief.
But darkness never leaves our border
it stalks us all with cruel intent
our inner light needs supervision
to keep its glow, to not relent.
Luminescence is our secret
the inner truth that leads the way
brought about by magic workings
or a gift for which we've prayed.
Either way what we do outside
Can show our souls to all that seek
It is our choice to blind the darkness
Is it our choice to be the meek?
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