Let it shine

They say it's in it all
in the weary face of lines
between the violet hues
of the shining hearts of night
and bleeding golden glowers
of sunrise

it guides the flow
of countless cascades of light
from the abyss of your eyes
caressing each drop of the falling tide
as it pours from the warmth
of the genesis of time

clouds pirouette against the sweeping sky
at the prod of his prying fingers
shards of light pierce the heavens
like grains of sand
flung into the face
of steadfast stones

yet
in the topiary of obedience
you must bow down in gratitude
and forget
that every beacon burning bright
sits cupped
in the numb hand of nothing