Posts Tagged ‘shadows’

How shadows smooth

harshness of face and skin,

while light reveals

imperfections, and illuminates

wildness therein.

Into the thrill of clattering hooves,

black steel on the stony street,

red sparks flitting like fairies in the night;

into the night

vivid as the jungle with its wriggling shadows,

and amber eyes, the lights

small and white through canopy of shadow;

into the forest

with its ground of beige dust,

and pines and spruces

regaling times of fire

and rising like turrets with jewel-needles;

into a new sky

more infinite than a road

and flatter than mirror

where clouds drift above like friends

watching a companion dive into an ocean.

Cruel Dawn

curls her mischievous hair-

glowing flames of flamingo pink

and citrus orange,

into the window

to settle on eyes like buzzing insects,

irritating one’s eyes out of landscapes

of the mind,

and into the dimly lit room

as real as paint,

where one sighs

as hooves, night, jungle, forest, sky

fleetly leave one’s eyes.

My midnight is not black.

It is dark blue–

darkest blue, heart of the ocean.

It enfolds me.

I am robed in this shadowless

cover. We have made a covenant.

This moonless dark blue

holds me like a mother holds her child.

My nostrils prickle with scent of earth.

This is

what only I can perceive.

This sheath of dark water,

solid as air,

I move through it like cloth.

It wraps me,

claims me.

I cannot tell if my eyes are open.

It whispers they’re not.

It doesn’t matter.

Night has taken over me.

Meeting Place

Posted: November 9, 2013 in Love Poems, Poetry
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Can we meet

in that stretch between trees

and fields of wheat and wildflowers?

Where ghosts dance by the moon’s ascension,

and shadows play across the humped hills.

Where lights glide along

the sun’s path,

and voices dissolve, and music abides.

Can we meet here,

touch here,

where no one can see us

when the pearly shell of the moon closes

and we are just two living souls

in a world of racing shadows.