The Light by Mitch Marcus

I'd like to thank Mitch Marcus over at The Argus for this guest post.

The Light

There are things they say

that can't be seen,

can't be held and can't be dreamed.

There are worlds of wise-men

dead men too,

some too kind, and some too cruel.

There are tiny places

we all hide,

the caustic evils we store inside.

There are great big valleys

and hidden seas,

elemental genius and the Pharasees'.

Time marches forward

time stands still,

Time slides backwards, always will.

Lost in shadows

mired by night

Then comes guidance then comes Light.