With just a splash of the divine light…

With just a splash of the divine light…
Everything becomes illuminated with bright patches of love…
Like the wings of a campfire…
Showing me that my bruise has long ago disappeared completely.

This light never leaves any footprints…
Yet, afterward, I no longer feel like a poor little beast…
My skin starts to tingle from the spectacular views…
And I lay down in the wild, spiky, blue.

But then I forget, focusing on the yet to come ghosts…
Every gone thing coming back around again…
The world has a salty tone…
And the distances become much greater from West to East.

Yet, still, deep inside I can still hear the forest ringing…
Reminding me that my worrying thoughts are a very weak testimony…
Not enough evidence for any jury…
Dismissed by any judge.

So, why do I try to paint the red flowers, white?
Why do I turn my life into thoughts that are oblong and flat…
When the divine light is here, I’m carried away by a soft wind…
To the place I’m meant to be.

I love you,

Annie