10-25-2010, 05:38 PM
I had a poem that I thought made perfect sense for a light sensitive when I went back and looked at it. Thought I'd share.
dreams
Come out of the woods together,
the home that I love in my heart...
all you fearful, tender dreams,
come out of the tangled roots, the
dark spaces that hide under the rotted leaves,
come out and peek around the fern and ivy
spattered with the gold paint of light and laughter
Step on tiny foot 'round the corner,
around the bark-encrusted doorway,
pass the gateway from comfortable oblivion
to dazzling, crippling day
Let the light enfold you, let the
casually cruel searchlight of the sun
freeze your chittering, frantic cries
in the bombastic, self-indulgent refulgent happiness
that pins you to the corkboard, like
a hidden moth caught in a flashlight.
dreams
Come out of the woods together,
the home that I love in my heart...
all you fearful, tender dreams,
come out of the tangled roots, the
dark spaces that hide under the rotted leaves,
come out and peek around the fern and ivy
spattered with the gold paint of light and laughter
Step on tiny foot 'round the corner,
around the bark-encrusted doorway,
pass the gateway from comfortable oblivion
to dazzling, crippling day
Let the light enfold you, let the
casually cruel searchlight of the sun
freeze your chittering, frantic cries
in the bombastic, self-indulgent refulgent happiness
that pins you to the corkboard, like
a hidden moth caught in a flashlight.