Somber Call
Amber hued sunlight splayed through paned glass
Spilling onto walks and walls
Photons dashing
Sight unseen but for retinal signals in red blue yellow
The gift of sights and colors oft taken for granted
Much as the bright lights in life…
the musicians, the poets, the painters, the seekers
Cry and cry harder as life be lost to darkened madness
Cherish and love all that you can
Hold no possession over love or its subject
Be a light and fill the hours you have with passion!
Fear not to light the pilot of your own being!
Hitchhiker 