Written by: C. Beatty-Jones/JU$$.Chris, The Poet
Third iris
catches glimpse of lighthouse
in space
unburdened by time
void of light
and yet
a lantern glows there
lent hands to the abyss
pull from the darkness
a shriveled rose
blossoming
at the caresses of warm rays
moist petals
sticky to the touch
shimmer in the light
like that of dew kissed grass blades
on a morning’s sunrise
you are…
Photo by Flash Dantz on Unsplash
beautiful