sunstream
by jeremy cannon
In the air, is a risen sight,
it continues from day to night.
I convey this picture to thought,
and it slowly becomes caught.
This is the vision of a remedy,
cast away into the living sea.
Grains of punctured trim breathe,
there's something up its sleeve.
A great testament of biblical praise,
is overseen greatly in the haze.
The shining light says a sad word,
as it gets entangled in the passing birds.
We know no acceptance of life,
the back is pricked from the knife.
The warm sensation that creeps from the wound,
scares us, but somehow soothes.
This awesome relief you feel,
comes not in gray, but teal.
