Dimmer Switch

He grows dimmer
as he moves away
as if submerged
in murky shadows
gathering round his form
becoming just a point

before he disappears
within the clear blue skies
that softly sing a lullaby
while sunshine bright
just beams its rays
of healing light to me

And like a dimmer switch
I find I have control
of the intensity
of what I care to see
within my mind
and feel in empathy

for where once he was
the bright and shining light
of heart's desire
he now becomes a candle's flame
flickering in the wind
about to burn itself
right out of sight . . .


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