Silent Form

A burst of light,
flung in mid air,
a fateful sight,
to all those there.
Without a fight,
worn eyes held stares,
hearts reached new heights,
accepted dares.
The hues were bright,
rebuked despair,
fluorescent white,
instant repair.
Shines every night,
flows without care,
errors made right,
life becomes fair.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy