I’m gone, confused.
Things are now rightly blinded.
It occurred last time.
But,
It seems that things are weary;
Surrendering,
Haunting,
Can’t bend over
Nor hold on to it!
I’m gone too, greatly confused.
Many things’ve changed.
It never occurred before.
But,
It seems now it’s lighted;
Omniscient,
Translucent,
I can wear it up.
Well, down if needed.
Smile,
These are your wings.
Come follow me,
We need to fly up
And swing our flaps
Within this omnipotent
Light!
Still confused?
No, not anymore.
I know,
You are near.
Gil Gregorio
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angelic-light/
