Francois Bergh

where lost words come to rest in pieces…

Horizons of light

The edges of your soul -
Horizons of pure light -
Guiding me to virtue -
Strengthening my plight…

To enter through your essense -
An honor just to be -
The blinding light a blessing -
Not given out lightly…

I thank you for the moment -
The silence in your smile -
Enlightenment you gave to me -
If only for the shortest while…


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11 Comments»

  gardenlilie wrote @

Now there you go…lightness and your poem gives off an essence of enlightenment itself :)

  asoulwalker wrote @

It is something to consider the edges of one’s soul.

  unwrittentruth wrote @

breath-takingly beautiful, as always. so powerful

  Vampire Weather wrote @

As I read this and listened to the audio it was a magical inspiration. Wonderful work, my friend! Well done in every way

  bmiller007 (@bmiller007) wrote @

nice…to me this spoke of a mentor or friend that mean tmuch but is no more…i know some related it to a soul which works as well…but i liked it much…

  hedgewitch wrote @

Serene words, one is always looking for that light.

  Kellie Elmore wrote @

Happy to meet you through the pub. your poetry is lovely and also, I have liked your facebook page. should you wish, you may return the favor… http://facebook.com/magicinthebackyard

looking forward to reading more of your work.

  GFB wrote @

So magnificent to read all the interpretations. Isn’t it wonderful that everyone interprets it in so many ways… I guess this really makes you an excellent poet, for that everyone can see a little of their own and receives an unique message out of every piece… Mine…mine I will not share, but what I can say – it’s real good ‘\_,_

  poetcolette wrote @

“The blinding light a blessing -
Not given out lightly…”

A piercing line.

  Chazinator wrote @

One must always pay tribute to the essence of love when it touches our hearts. Your poem reminds us to catch the beauty that often passes by so quickly. The object of your adoration must indeed be lovely.

  Caddo Veil wrote @

I’m running out of words of appreciation for your gift–thank you for sharing it with all of us.


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