Painting with Light

Much as I would like to paint with
words of only light. They would be 
invisible. It is by contrast I see and
understand.

The sun shines  brighter than the sky. 
The moon needs the midnight black 
to be. Only the imprisoned know the 
release of being free.


The inured know what healing is.
The heart breaks into wholeness.
Sadness into laughter.
Words come out of silence.