A Silver Shard

Tame Adams (chrysalis)

 

Silent darkness, stillness, unseen forces

And yet, a silver shard darts forth.

Where it has come from, we know not

To whom it will devote illumination?

I care not.

 

I watch you, that shard, unfettered by human hands,

condescend and fall upon my meager existence.

My mental anguish, my willful pain

finally illuminated by your brilliance.

 

And I…I am caught in my own web

Of patent thin veneer and self-deceit

Burning, your fire begins to dart at my heels

Now unshrouded and unfettered—utterly brilliant.

 

My hands lift, to capture… to feel… to know

That drive, that passion, that breathless descent.

I begin to capture colours, daguerreotypes, images,

My senses desperate to envelope you in.

 

And then, as if by a whirlwind made flesh & bone,

you were at once torn almost asunder,

left bare, thin.

The vulnerability of your essence,

Dimming that fevered brilliance

I stand there, helpless, needy,

Witless.

 

As you struggle to maintain that powerful presence,

Suddenly, I understand, while watching,

now hovering…

 

Your pain, unceasing fire, unquenchable thirst,

that silver brilliance.

 

Your shard dims to a flicker, but wait!

Fiery splendour meets my eyes as you streak towards the sun.

While those ashes and smoldering embers thicken for a moment,

then die out.

 

As you fly higher,

More powerful than mere mortals can attest,

A mortal body may fade to a mere twinkle,

and sheer nothingness.

Your soul made limitless by love & steadfastness.

 

As your call echoes through that nadir,

Lifting and burning brighter than tears or pain.

And at once, all is light, searing,

Breathless I am in wonder…

 

and then… all is quiet once more,

but forever changed.

And the silver shard, now solid and strong,

ceases tearing its own heart asunder.