Musings of a Wordsmith - 19. Deliquescent

To be one with the air,
unravaged by summer;
thirsting for freshness,
eager for peace.

The salt of life
cauterizes unscathed
the perpetual wound
inflicted by lost love.

Like salt, I wish
to absorb into my core
every shadow around,
to dissolve, infinite,
in the Light.

In the Light I will be able
to be permanently,
to flow anonymously,
gleaming though invisible.

From the Light that I am
I will be sheltering my people
all along their ways
from the vantage point
of experience lived.

To be deliquescent
like the salt of life,
like Shadow and Light
to become daydreaming air,
to be a fruitful mist of peace