Light wavers,
Clouds loom above,
Electric stars burn.
At the brink of destruction,
A pale glow is the only hope.
The calm beckons,
A blaze lights up.
The dark mysteries,
Solved in an instant,
Retreat to the surrounding depths;
The etched image held for a moment.
Needles crash down
In wet brilliance.
A thousand shards
Caught in a torrent.
In a world of rigor and order I stand,
A silent observer of cathartic chaos.
The time flows,
Spirits are still.
Bewitched,
Transfixed
Until the balance is restored,
And my soul may soar again.