Tomb / Light

"Tomb"

Here is the tree where the tomb rested,
and here are the roots where I've been asleep;
deep you must go to find your peace.
Only in safety will the past release itself.
Only in layers do we reveal our true selves,
our true hearts, not to be healed,
but to be inspected and adored
like stained glass bottles, salt-worn,
under caring fingertips: delicate, distorted, brilliant.

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"Light"

I need the days to be brighter and longer.
I need the sun to stay upright.
I need the warmth, the bond, the touch, the caress, the light.