My shadow is as lithe as the light inside
no matter my faltering step.
I look to an all knowing sky
for answers. The moon greets me
with a grin.
Such communication is unsure;
Reconstructed it seems to prove
that less leaves us with questions.
Even the vanilla scented candle
flickering from my bureau sends
smoke signals I don’t understand.
The mirror returns my stance word for word
with only minor interpretation; even that
might be illusion.
Shine light, shine
Share your illumination.