Light

passium

retro, vintage, pale, grunge, indie

I close my fingers.

But I can’t catch it.

It filters through.

Continuing on its journey.

Nothing can stop it.

Nothing can hold it.

HOLD ME

Cover me in your yellow light.

Hide me from the night’s evil plight.

Take me in your arms and hold me.

Come down to me on bended knee.

I need you tonight and forever more.

Hold me so tight until I’m hurt and sore. 

Source:spacefairytales

DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND

DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND

“Why is it so dark down here?”
Timmy asks.
“The light bulb must have gone out,”
his father replies.
The steps creak as they descend.
The darkness envelopes them.
It holds them close.
In a lover’s embrace.
“Hello darkness, my old friend,”
the father calls out.
The darkness brings them closer.
Closer to its heart.
The trio fall asleep in its grasp.
A long sleep.
A sleep of the dead.
“Goodbye darkness, my old friend.”

HOLD LIGHT CLOSE TO OUR HEARTS

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could hold light in our hands?
Hold our hopes and dreams close to us.
Let the darkness fade away,
but keep the light close to our hearts.
We can try.

HOLD LIFE IN YOUR HANDS

efemerou:

To hold life in your hands.
To have power to end its
existence or let it flourish.
Such power should never
be taken lightly.