Torched

Turning off my torch
was the only way
to see the stars.

Sitting in the darkness
suspended high in the sky,
catching ambition’s thin breath,
could the universe
begin itself to show.

A once thought empty sky
now filling fast
with impossible diamonds
flashing their brilliance
from who knows where.

Until such time
as the mischievous cold
did unlock the bones.
Leaving the mind to beg
again for the summit,

and the eyes to be blinded
by the flare of artificial light,
illuminating nothing more

than my own
well-meaning
yet ultimately
clumsy feet.

(taken from Begin Again)

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