Light Dance

Light glares from the ice,
floats up from the snow
bright enough to make you
squint your eyes. And still
you want more, for clouds,
thick and dark are sailing
fast across the western sky.
A storm, they say: a big one.
But now there is this light
rushing through your eyes,
shining into every corner
of your being. And somehow
that is all that matters.

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