Follow The Light
Symbolist free verse poetry
The rain is fingers tapping on the inside of my skull. Ignited in red— in a distorted mirror. You are rotting flowers hanging against the gloss of that blue vase. Limp, lifeless, cracking— silent on the shadowed altar. I follow the stars in the night sky; they are messages from afar. Blink, salt in the eye, inhale, the ocean sliding toward you, exhale— the sun’s reflection receding, the sea is your mirror. Follow the light— Your eyes are liquid fires, pits of spinning stars. Slow turning, like the rolling hills dipped in late day. The night awakens; you are a cluster of moths— quickening, in love with the haloed light. The thrill of insects climbing, fireflies aglow, you are foam against rock, eager for the light, your feet on black stone steps, your eyes are glowing moons, silver tides, casting, the wind is wolves biting—lighting you up, your skin is a landscape of blue shadows, voices woven from the stretching dark, a sunken face peeling— you are a yellow burning light, a supernova breaking open.
I love how feeling turns into metaphor, and how metaphor slowly turns into the night itself.
The shift from the rot of the vase to that final, blinding supernova feels like watching a soul finally tear its way out of the dark. Beautiful ✨