I held the lantern
To the world
I couldn’t see the light
From the dark
Like a searcher in the wild
Looking for the flame
That has the match
But can’t find a spark
I held the lantern
To the threshold
You can only see
Distant in the night
I saw falling stars that drift
For stones that gather moss
Feeding words to angels
Wounded in their flight
I held the lantern
To your soul
Hoping to see
Mirrors into mine
I saw mercy go untamed
In velocity unknown
Lost in corners
No heart can ever find
I held the lantern
To myself
In the end
Hoping I can see
A place to live in peace
With the sinners and the saints
Who left their mark
Lingering deep inside of me








wow dearest poet this is profound ❤️
I really appreciate that Crimsin. Thank you!