I wish I was a STRING of Lights

dangling high above

sparkling, glittering in the darkness

shaping, speaking, dazzling all

My glowing presence

distracting the spirit

captivating the cynic

brightening the weary way

and then…

when the marvel had dimmed

I’d fade to shadow

ready, expectant

for my next moment

to shine and Elevate, again.

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, November 29, 2018.

Image: Angel Topiary Lights by Jamie Davies on Unsplash