The Spoken Light

Fleeting, and eternal.
Lights, and fades.
Captures, and then escapes.
Bounces, and dances.
Brushes gently although sparkles, too.
Humble and doesn’t dwell.

Lifts me. 
Fills me.
Bathes me.

Guides me.
Lets me inhale.
Helps me endure.

Tells me the stories of
A thousands lost years.
Nurtures me to listen, and
Listen some more.