Sunday, February 5, 2012

Looking for Light

I like to imagine that all of us are like the points of light
That we see in the sky in the dark of night.
And just like the stars when they seemingly go out,
Their light lasts a century, or there about.

Stars burn the brightest before they transform,
But living forever seems to be their norm.
Some become black holes of negative energy;
I hope that's not the fate waiting for me.

I believe that we can choose, and I hope it's true,
Which category of stars we will belong to.
If we keep looking to share Light wherever we're placed,
I think our negative energy will, at "death," be erased.