light’s dance
so fleeting
this light that glows and moves
and shines in you
so fleeting
this moment that polishes
up like a yellow sun
the blackened star of
your eye
so what are you doing
in this streaming
moment
where are you shining
that light
that curls out of your fingertips
a solid stream
of smiling energy
lost in the flow
of yesterday’s river
dance
laid down to sleep
crushed petals
of yellow scented syrup
curled around
a poppies red snore
what moment
is this
lost in a thought
of the
waiting
endlessly
waiting
for a perfection that can’t be found
in the light
of dust angels swirling
across your last breathe.
April 16th, 2009 at 8:23 pm
This has just knocked my socks off! I’m swooning here…and that photograph is so dreamy. :-)
Much love…
xoxoxo
April 17th, 2009 at 6:38 am
That photo is surreal! And I love the phrase “the blackened star of your eye”; it makes something so simple and ordinary sound magical.
April 17th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Beauty abounds.
Cxx
April 17th, 2009 at 9:46 pm
blissful, light, swirling dust angels! beautiful!!!
April 18th, 2009 at 4:59 am
“laid down to sleep
crushed petals
of yellow scented syrup
curled around
a poppies red snore”
This stanza was magnificent. That’s a full poem in itself.
May 23rd, 2009 at 2:06 am
supremely gorgeous. ethereal. i love it. (understatement!)