My Will is a Beam
My will is a beam of radiant light.
It shines right through diaphanous night.
It shines through the silence
Of a world that left a craving heart wanting.
It shines through what
My prying hands could never touch.
It lives in the leaves.
It lives in the quietness
That sleeps beside me.
It lives in the perspicacious net
That catches thoughts creating
My chosen reality.
It shines through the lonely hours
Of the pacing poets.
It lives in the words I choose to write.
My will is a beam of radiant light.
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