Nekanne Ercilla, mcj- Spain.(submitted by Maria,mcj)
The Night Light.
And then she saw the light
The light that went through all the windows of her life.
She saw that the pain precipitated the flight
And she understood that there was no longer death.
Death is only to die. Death is finished.
Dying is fugitive pyre.
It is to cross a door drift.
And to find what one was looking for.
To stop crying and ask question;
To see love without puzzles or mirrors;
You rest living in tenderness;
To have peace, light, the house together
And to find, leaving the pain away,
The night – light after so much dark night
Nekanne Ercilla – Spain
Imagination Breathing 