The sun set today,
as it does every day I suppose,
but this time it was different,
different for me,
it illuminated a world
that I had never seen before,
a place that was filled with light,
and as the sky melted
like a child's oil painting in the summer heat,
turing shades of pink
and orange
and deep purple over took the clouds,
and all that was visible was the light itself,
no color,
no sunset,
no horizon,
just light,
in its purest form,
in its breathtaking brilliance,
that is what I saw today,
and it made me think, with deep longing
of you,
and what you may say about such a thing,
about the way life works sometimes,
when everything else fades away,
and you can no longer see what you were looking at,
for the sheer brilliance of the most elemental portion of it.
I smiled to myself,
as I walked in that pure light,
knowing full well,
where I was heading,
and knowing full well,
what I would find there.
Blinded by a light
I had been in so long
and never seen till today,
blinded by a person
who I have looked at so often,
and never seen till today.
All I wanted was to be able to hold you in that light,
whisper all the dreams I've had in life in your ear,
but not say a single word,
just be caught up in that moment,
knowing full well
that in your arms was where I belonged,
that I had finally found my place,
found what I had been searching for in all those years of darkness,
that intanigble experience I had been waiting for.
Knowing in you I found a friend,
and something more,
someone to trust,
some one to turn to,
someone to love.
In that light I could see so clearly
where my destiny lay before me,
what my purpose is in this moment.

01/30/2003

Author's Note: Written about the amazing experience of winter sunsets and how blue the sky looks out here at night, as the stars show up in thier dark blue black velvet sky. Has more meaning than most people will realize but that is because no one else but one person will understand the symbolism, but I think it stands decently well without the background anyhow.

Posted on 01/30/2003
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