July 25th, 2014 § 0 comments

Credit: Rolf Olsen

Streaks, of pure color
Reaching out,
From the night

Invites, our wild dreams
To be bold,
And take flight

To reach, the last mystery
In the cold,
Of dark light

We find, the first spark
In the heart,
Of God’s sight.

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