Shine

I chose Shine because I like the name.
Shine makes me think of minds and souls and hearts,
And love's living flame--
Which animates children's play, lovers' joys, and all the arts--
And gives us light by night and day, with which our time to tame,
And shape its slipping sweetness into more durable dreams.
Look at a stone, so seeming-solid; its solid reality only seems.
It is made of molecules of mostly empty space,
And can be smashed to smithereens.
Stones cannot speak like shining life: even dying life that cannot stay.
Most shining things twinkle for a time--then flicker, sputter, and then pass away.
The shine that can last, with the world, is what carries hearts, souls, and minds:
Words--the saving-vaults of learning, love, and life.
Words--where mortal brevity may prove bright.
Words import mortality into timeless reality, breaking every mortal limit that binds.
The flowers of my life, on fire, are burning down; but if I find favor,
When my last word is written, and my final day is done,
I will outlast the setting of the sun--
And become like arch-angel Michael, messaging--
Star-like, still shining bright--still surviving, in the night.
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This shine is mine.

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--Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer. aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Copyright © 2011 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved