coffee and cream
barely there but oh so scared
holding tight to reservations
counting down the constellations
measuring the whites of your eyes
calculating the contrast of the sky
fingers trace across a thigh
hands held high
don't ask me why
maybe tears are brightness
I have felt the weight of your glare
holding tight not much to spare
counting up the words unsung
measuring buttons undone
calculating losses in battles won
fingers have felt the smoothest air
hands in hair
don't ask me where
maybe tears are darkest
There is No Darkness in Light
Light and Dark
Cannot get too close,
No,
Light will flood into Dark,
Illuminating so everyone can see
The retreating profile
Of Darkness,
Frightened as can be.
If Darkness
Dares to step too close,
Then Light shall be
Smoldered,
Forced into fleeing.
Each spends its life
In pursuit of the other...
They are lovers
Torn apart,
Never to touch again.
Sisters
What contrivance is this that these two sisters born of the same mother do trick me so.
When I wore a younger man's clothes did I not consider myself master of both and stride through deepest dark with nary a thought for trip nor trick.
Or did take my ease in the full face of day and revel in her bright glade, and care not for time nor tide.
Yet how pass the years that leave me to stumble through both, with failing eye and trembling hand, to cry in alarm at every turn.
Cruel sisters are they not?
In the morning, that table glistens. The lamp, the water glass, the textbook, illuminated. I think to myself-
My grandmother gave me the pink clip-on lampshade.
I drank that water three days ago, lipstick still stains the edge.
I abandoned that course last month. Who needs it?
But at night, when the moon hides and the streetlight is obscured by the rooftops or the folded blinds, I cannot see the layers of dust. I cannot feel the living loss. I cannot cling to one more waking worry.
I admire how the blind are so courageous.
My footsteps resonate with confidence. I can jump over a puddle of water or bound up a flight of stairs without a morsel of self doubt or fear. I can assess the person in front of me, admire her smile or be wary of his disapproval.
When the light fades and turns to darkness, self-reliance and closure fade with it, leaving me flailing in a sea of doubt and terror of the unknown. A new voice sends a shiver up my spine. Imagination runs wild in the absence of reassurance. Not being in control of my surroundings, leaves me disarmed.
Light & Dark
Light: The combustion and catalyzation of fuels, a source that draws, burns, and radiantly expells, or perhaps an illusion to which our eyes are merely willing accomplices. It's presence indicates vitality, activity, and our attention is honed by it.
Darkness: Naturally abundant and devoid of substantial need, a stage for the unfolding of what isn't seen. Absence and yet a framework for the emerging of being from non-being, actions from non-actions. Perhaps a shattering of illusions to which our eyes were merely acclimated.
Between them, only our conscious mind need differentiate, for in dreams our eyes see regardless.
Opposing Forces
Light Dark
lives hides
in behind
the lies,
open, seeking
engulfing to
everything simply
and live
everyone alone
in without
its any
warm useless
embrace. interruption.
She He
thinks accuses
poorly without
of reason
no and
one never
and acts
finds kindly.
the He
light only
that sees
resonates the
within worst
people's that's
souls. within.
Too ___ For A Title
A hot fiery sun
Majestic, glinting, golden
A dazzling yellow diamond in the baby-blue sky
Floating puffy white marshmallow clouds
Perfect smooth gemstones in a sea of pale aquamarine
Perfection in the rays of the eye of heaven
Light
It is what many live for
To see another day
A serene wise moon
Beautiful, glowing, silver
A shining crystalline moonstone in the Prussian blue sky
Twinkling little diamond bits and pieces
Illuminate gemstones in a sparkling sea of obsidian
Mismatched perfection in the glow of moonlight beauty
Darkness
It is what many die for
To feel another night
Luminous in the night the ballerina twirls through the incandescent hell of a hallway, abound the terrors of her reality. She could kiss the lips of Satan with a purity of a new born, ingenuity within her being, living without walking, only tiptoeing in every ancient blurry time. Balancing a heaven on earth while the sun and moon are her only beliefs that rules her every judgment she personifies the inanimate to become meaningful energy that pulsates joyous waves in the midst of solar eclipses that rules this tilted world.