Pierce



"Awake, my dear, be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light and let it breathe."
~Hafiz

Am I the trembling mirage,
or the desert air?
Diaphane of dragonfly wing,
or the light passing through it?
Am I the stained glass mind,
tinted with old stories,
or the golden beam
from beyond the window?
All I know is
I have fallen into this world
as a radiance to pierce prisms
and die in your gaze.

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