When the Words Still Burn

“Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.”
—Ray Bradbury, WD

Let the light guide you home like the sailor
Who is lost at sea and looks for a lighthouse
To bring him back to his rightful place. Let
The words mend your wounds like a tailor
Who repairs the holes of a tattered blouse.
Darling, I hope that you never truly forget

The world burns from your touch. It is your
Words that turns the world on its axis and
Is never straight. You make people afraid.
It is when you walk through the front door
And people notice you that you understand
Your words have the same power. They bled

For the people who do not have paper. They
Burn for people who do not have a spark to
Start a fire. They talk for those who do not
Have voices. When the world has all gray
Skies and have none that are painted blue
There is a new sense of hope that is brought.