paradox

You are the centre point –

yellow star burning fierce, flooding with a fiery depth

Consuming of the dark, of others

with a fulsome light

to behold wondrous, terrible

gifted in flight

.

Light giver to orbiting souls

augmenting

searing those drifting, reaching out to immerse

ignorant to their peril

scorched and lasting marked

with verity, something hard

.

Radiant, promising

and by a power, effect uncertain

The searing paradox of you

of want, of distance

that will bathe in a frenzied instant

and retreat unto the night

.

Ever will you flame

alight untamed

the sands registering little

Until a day when history beckons

when something missing invades, threatens

and then, bright star, feel this …

.

…

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