Living light
Cast away
In cold worlds
Of material form
Locked away
For ages
Waiting in darkness
It strives
To burst it's bonds
Of material force
Being opened
By divine will
The smallest foramen
Will suffice the light
To emmanate
Living light
Whirling around
Embracing the form
Bestowing it's gift
Of color and warmth
Melting her
To merge
Into One
Being now
Living form
© Maria Ismanah Schulze-Vorberg