Poetry: Burn

by Liam

Love deep, let Love burn away the dusty shelf

Upon which your shining self

Has waited, not losing light

Yet growing insight throughout ones life

As to where and how and why

Life’s riches truely lie

Essentially,

We carry in us purest light

This essence, covered in stary dust is the delight

When born, into the joy and pain of life’s long marching gain

Here gathering golden stuff

Whilst within, its our own light we truly need so much.