written by: Amanda Eifert
All of the lights, those vast ships distant.
All of the lights, those mesmerizing jewels.
Shining orbs, dazzling stars,
Dust as gold left in a meteor shower.
All of the lights with infinite yearnings pulse;
With possibility, potential in a thousand galaxies.
Lying in grass sharp, sweet, succulent;
A cushion topped with flannel plush.
We lay entwined, watch the lights, the airplane’s beams;
The chopper’s blades swooping, pulsing red.
And a hawk’s eyes knife-like, caustic —
While cotton-mice speed ‘cross the field;
Scurrying — not to become a carnivore’s meal.
The sway of the grass lilting hums in evening breeze,
A tune of jabberwockies murmuring hushed.
Birds too long kept, so out of skyways they burst, rapid in flight.
So much light, so vast, yet around us —
The night swallows the bright.
Pitch-black skims past day with purple-charcoaled tar.
And ribbons of white dots, glistening glitter burst;
The serenity of celestial maps; the cosmology of stars, distant worlds.
Astrological divination; but yet here we are — and we stare in awe.
All of the lights, they gleam in your worn denim eyes,
Barely visible in shadows.
All of the lights, the fireworks live-wired in my chest;
They explode on my lips as we taste sparks together.
Our lips ignite — tornado-fires speed; they can’t be stopped.
But, eternal eulogies to the dim, it cannot conquer,
For true darkness never will defeat.
The light came first,
The light will outlast,
The light was and is,
Never can be not.
All of the lights, Heaven’s perennials,
Speeding cars on highways glisten.
The sheen of sweat, and the gleam of skin;
Eternity in moments forever lit.