Gleaming Soul Poem by Lasaad Tayeb

Dreading is pointless once a glorious light slithers our sight.
Vanishing years of yearning, a pure heart laden with optimism.
Gleaming soul with a bright angel at the crown of his right.
Fading vivid hearts, As you clean tears in mysticism.

Bold tones of joy inspire the shapes they occupy.
Told to be quiet once we are given a doable solution.
Gold domes and flushes of magical bliss are to mollify.
Cold rise of the soul is apace, natural, and not an illusion.