The Light Poem by Robert Plese

living creature

Inside me.

What light

Did you see?

What?

Say?

I kindly loom?

Where is your

sacred Mother Moon?


Balance yourself

Shadow brother,

Believe in yourself

If you dare!


The shadow

Will haunt

your insensitive

stare.


This chill,

This cold,

From the

Midnight air.


Shall pass

The

Fume

From A lit

Bold

Care.


The outer rim

This inner thin

The darkest light

Yet still I grin.


A crooked smile.

Vulture!

Crocodile!


Ice molten

Prince of despair.


leaving us

room.

But still no fare.


The molten moon

Held bitter swoon,

Hold your

breath

For Mother Moon.


Her fog rolls in

Her thunder booms.

The bitter winds blow

Cross the lagoon.


Make still

that Wreckage raw.

That light you sought

Was hope now gone.


Creep, creep,

Rattle, rattle.

The creature moans.


Creep, creep

Rattle, Saddle,

The shadow roams.


Back To the lagoon,

I say,

to you.

Back to the lagoon,

You hear.

Real soon!


Back to the light

You found in me,

Back to the place

I couldn't see.


I rise, I surface,

I rise, I fall.

Mother moon

Makes fools

of All.


The light you say

You found in me,

Is nothing but a

Pale cold

Memory.

Of who I was

On distant night.


Where

All the carnivorous

Victories

Fight.


And tell their stories

Of ego lore,

Of a day

Where no

One dared.