Never searched for the limelight

though I still might



like sunshine, warm and bright

or become some starlight


eyes blinking

But I choose heartlight

buried, out of sight


ever flowing

all day, then like a nightlight

hoping I just might

be a guide

while I reside

to set things upright

in love’s true light

its ways divine

not silver, not golden, nor lime

just true, and pure white