somewhere the light fades
faster than one would like,
not knowing if another day
will break. years are etched
upon the skin with lines
carved deep. but the heart,
fierce with age, finds a way
to shine on well into the night.
Tag: light
Spectrum
The trail’s end winds tightly
down a ledge that opens
to a fading western sky.
Light becomes as colored
here as the early dawn
when small birds begin to call.
But now hushed cool air clips
at my skin. Wild flowers
flicker and watch the trees
write their stories in the wind.
hidden
we use light for selfish
purposes. create, manipulate,
bend, refract, illuminate
only what we want to see.
but from its natural state
we shade our eyes, remain
inside or slick our skin
to ease the burn, anything
to remain unexposed
in a forgotten darkroom.
uncovered
the hinges of the hidden door
groaned slowly with time’s passing.
then the room, the open window’s
breath of wind faint upon my skin.
the soft yellow morning light
magnified the grey layer of dust
astonished by the memory of years.
Struggle
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He is stuck again
between the spaces
of past and future,
moving along invisible
lines, bound to now
until it ends. How grim
an existence if not for dark
and light places revealing
the colors of grace sparkling
like the sun upon a dancing sea.
*From Awaiting the Images
Lightfall
He sits against a fence
listening to the wind slip
through the ragged slats –
Whispers, whines, groans
too low for the soul to bear.
Light drips from the willow
overhead, illuminated shapes
spring across the dirt and grass.
Wind. Nothing else. Emptiness
filled with rays of brazen life.
Awaiting the Images 