Bearer of the Light

Note: This is not a religious poem. Its about someone whom I lost a couple of years ago, and the playful and protective light in his eyes still shines vividly through the pictures I see of him. But, I realize how easily this might be taken as a religious poem. So, I felt the need to clarify.

Light shines forth in death

As once it did in life

Though all that's left are pictures

Inanimation does naught to hide it

Try as it might

Death cannot stifle the light

Darkness waits to smother it

Wait, must Darkness, for eternity

Light will always remain the beacon

On lonely nights

Quietly mourning

Those left behind will see

And in bittersweet comfort walks he

The one who drove away monsters

Shattering fear as was his job

Once long ago in living color

Steadfast guardian

Patient sentinel

A whimper is call to arms

A tear is call to action

Bringing with him only the light

Golden warmth shining from twin blue pools

Steady as moonbeam

Sturdy as sunrise