Bright

In the almost darkness,

From the vaults of heaven,

Lights glisten. I listen,

Pressing ears to the void,

I can hear a child cry,

Scattered somewhere inside,

Abstracted out of sight,

It's Slight but thundering.

The loudest noise unheard.

Blurred vision stirs my soul

Forcing me to look deep,

Soft hands rub away sleep,

Letting the light flood in.

Bracing the cheval glass,

An angel hides away,

Reflected from within.