Poem: The Lantern of the Veil

Beneath the shroud where shadows dream,
Where night is stitched with silver seam,
A whisper stirs the ancient trees—
A song that rides the midnight breeze.

The forest sighs in velvet black,
Its secrets sleeping, coiled back.
But through the hush, a lantern glows,
With light, no earthly lantern knows.

It floats on air, no hand to guide,
No footstep near, no voice beside.
Its flame is born from stars long dead,
From dreams, the silent prophets said.

It seeks the dark, not to consume,
But dance within the deepest gloom—
To coax the truth from twisted roots,
And bloom where shadow took its roots.

It brushes stone with golden breath,
It bids the ghosts to shed their death.
It finds the cave where silence reigns,
And etches runes in starlit chains.

O seeker lost, afraid, undone—
This light is not a rival sun.
It does not burn, nor cast out night,
But walks with darkness, bearing light.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie