Lover of the Light

LOVER OF THE LIGHT

It occurred to me

I no longer want

to play

in the shadows

I’m a lover of the light

and I want to feel the rays upon my skin

No longer bound to you

Or your head-spinning games

I’ll no longer give

While you only take

I’m a lover of the light

and while I was compelled

for a time

to dredge my soul

through the darkness

I know now

I’m a lover of the light

*

Copyright 2013, Casey and The Sprightly Writer

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About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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