the light catches
where the truth hides
fractures in the cold
oppressive world
that let magic seep out
in tiny droplets
missed by so many
but those in the shadows see
for you can find so much
in the dark
without the distraction of
melody and mock joy that
cascades around those
who pitch their eyes to
stare at the sun
instead
find the broken bulbs
glints of pleasure from seeing
beauty
where it has been forgotten
isn’t a rainbow that much more beautiful
because of the storm
it is forced from?
the stars that much more
breathtaking
for the vast darkness they
somehow penetrate?
I think I’m there
somewhere
in the sparks and colors
I may disguise myself
in these layers
of ordinary and plain
but, no
know me
I am brilliance inside this
dreary grey facade
and if you crack the clay
even for an instant
peer through the
darkness
you might see the secrets
the magic inside
see what others
don’t even look for
it may mean nothing
in that moment
but when you find
light
it is yours to hold
to make your own magic
forever