Light

Wisdom the stepsister of age
Knows that woman brimful of life
Sitting at the bar
Drunk with what dewier eyes mistake for alcohol
Not recognizing
passion
Unrequited.
Were it to be coupled
With beauty
The allure would drive
Boxier men to their death
sucking the oxygen from the air
But God in His wisdom
coupled not beauty with wisdom
But wisdom with age
Frail bones, steel hair, papery skin
A crackly light bulb cradling luminescence
She will not look beseechingly into
Your eyes.
Eyes that know what is possible for tomorrow
Yet what is probable
And that alone frees her to stir the
World
Her circle
Benefits from succor
She understands full well radiance
tosses off her
Overcoat
Walking unfettered
Into the
night