Listening For the Light
by Odin Roark

Once I saw a melody that tried so hard to only be seen.
When I asked to listen,
the sound could only blind me in white.

Tomorrow…

I may try to go beyond the pure color of white,
back to that dark to listen once more,
to perhaps grasp again,
where seeing’s reward is all but impossible.

Did I tell you…

Once I saw a lustrous melody
whose crescendo could be heard coming from the distance,
whose diminuendo cried to not be lost,
to always be available to any who dare
celebrate the quiet,
who see the often silent melody of the past,
know the harmony of the present,
accept the dissonance of the future.

Listening for the light…
that special convergence of another dimension,
how alluring it remains.

Oh my.
Oh my.