The light
through an open door way
shone
Magical
as it cuts its way through the
air
Sparkling
like a fresh water spring high on a
mountain
Drawn
to the light my hand
outstretched
Reaching
to hold and grasp a piece of this
divinity
Clasping
my fist tight I withdraw to my dark
corner
Carefully
I peer through closed
palms
Disappointed
I fall to the floor
heartbroken
Relinquishing
my grip falls not heaven but
dust
©spor
