After a pleasant sip of aromatic coffee,
I set down the cup, and notice the dancing ceiling lights
Reflected in the surface of it; slowly the shimmering dance
Coalesces into a perfect image of those lights in the ceiling.
Ah, what a wonderful feeling:
To be alive, and to know this miracle.
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It rained recently here.
I had to travel, and I noticed that the dark slick streets
Reflected the street lights and even the traffic lights;
But not perfectly, yet strangely beautiful:
Creating a sense of depth in the wet slick surface,
Long stretches of red, green, yellow, white--
Vertically deep and bright in the wet blackness of the street--
Looking like the extending beams of Star Wars light sabers.
There it was, in night-shrouded resplendent radiance,
Calling to us all to be friends and neighbors:
Light, in original sources, and also in reflecting grace--
The varied sights of light, set off by the foil of night.
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I think the most beautiful light of all
Is the light that can be seen in living human eyes.
So many different feelings seeing the eyes of others can excite.
The eyes of one's mother
Can create a sense of cared for, cradled breath,
With the gift of feeling loved with a love greater than any other--
Even eyes remembered after death.
The twinkling love seen in a grandmother's eyes
Makes the color gray a well-loved hue.
Grandfathers, uncles, aunts, and cousins--
And brothers and sisters--all such loved ones deserve their due,
And well-loved is the light seen and recalled, in all their eyes.
The eyes of a lover might melt the heart into pure love,
Or kindle the flame of desire.
The eyes of a loved friend might show the light of linked spirits,
Brothers and sisters of the soul, lifelong, feeling forever.
Even the eyes of a so-called stranger
Shows that there is a fellow or a sister human being,
With a heart and mind, hopes and dreams and fears,
Much like our own, locked into the wealth and precarious danger
Of mortal time fleeing.
Our life that wins and loses in minutes, days, months, and years.
Nothing is more perfectly, poignantly beautiful,
Than the living light
Of silently speaking human eyes.
Exceeding the far-away stars twinkling in night's ebony skies:
The beauty of the human soul--the inner life of mind so wonderful.

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Written by Michael LP, aka PoetWithCancer
aka (thanks to my dear friend, Luna Marie) Mr. Poet
Written on Thursday, February 23, 2012 1:25 AM PST
57 degrees F.   Humidity: 32%   Forecast: overcast
Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael LP.  All rights reserved
(Copyrighted for my estate)