Not everything precious is ours to keep. Not every flower was meant for us but that doesn't mean we can't help water it and make it grow. When catching a star it might be tempting to keep it for yourself, but it's light will never shine and bring life to other worlds.
At Last, Dawn
I saw the light
Alien and remote
And I was cut off
By glass and smoke
The mists moved
A spirit over deep waters
An animal at rest
Alone at the river's edge
A sudden inflationary ripple
Riddles in the dark
Solutions subtle not always simple
Subduction due to elusive cause
That icy demeanor
So far from being thawed
Signal coming in clearer
A machine with such cleanly woven parts
The spectacle of surging waves
Rivers of suffering
Arcing bolts of down-tuned thunder
Sent into cast-iron eardrums
I sought to stir that light
Awake both beast and heart
But know that path is perilous
Fraught with dangers in the dark
Disturb one fragile flower
One friendly ear with petals bent
Not seeking out this care I found it
The fusion of this sun began
There is an endless ocean
Chasing stars in this abyss
Now fearing I might catch one
And find my lonely fingers singed
Or turn upon my own reflection
To find the light is not in me
Perhaps I never was the answer
To that twilight mystery
I saw the light
And gave it kindness
And sought it's guidance
And did not touch
The mists receded
A fire pierced the gloom
A dawn had come at last
And thus the flower bloomed
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