After the last dark cloud rolls by
there is a stillness.
And the light, because it is
weightless, is perfect.
Your heart swells beneath this sky.
It erupts at random from beneath your skin—
each new freckle, a fire.
It is possible, that tonight
you will glow in the dark.
And no matter the moon
no matter the stars
the path before you will be lit.
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