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twilight
that infinitesimal place between night
and day,
that's what you remind me of
darkness and light,
bound together in a moment
photographed on your soul
dancing between the setting
of the sun and
the rising of the moon
twilight comes
twice in each diurnal round
as quiet as tidal pools that slowly fill
and empty
a shadowless haunt
broken on the wing of thrush's first reveille
the backbird's liquid song as it calls on down the night
twilight
thrice a day,
sun rise, sun set and
when ever our eyes have met
that instant pales all else,
leaving nothing but shadows
in our wake
transition
an incompleteness
the shell came first but never quite whole
the ability to form complexes
in colour
leaving a metallic taste
in its wake
you want i should hang you?why transition, when
we can bridge light
and shade,
complexities in
charms,
wrapped in metaphorical
arms,
the colour of happenstance,
but whole in substance,
metallic tasting
passion red,
the colour of
sky in twilights eye
so hang between the time
of shadow and light
and suspend me in your colours.
just a little while ago:
..
Yawn, stretch, scratch shoulders
arch and turn across the bed
peer through a curtain of hair
small numbers on the chronometer
my bed is empty
the neighbors are noisy
and there's the smell of coffee in the air.
..
just now:
why transition, when
we can bridge light
and shade,
complexities in
charms,
wrapped in metaphorical
arms,
the colour of happenstance,
but whole in substance,
metallic tasting
passion red,
the colour of
sky in twilights eye
so hang between the time
of shadow and light
and suspend me in your colours.
The oddest thing, thought I was reading butters, then looked again, nice second
begin: |12.01|
"suspend me in your colours" he said
but what if i were to tell you
falling into the blue is to lose yourself
dissolution?
what if i were to say
"white's too blinding,
a blindfold on a rainy day
when all soft-plumage pinks and greys
hold ripples like the thoughts within my hands..."
or
"green feeds me
i can taste it, new-cut grass my catnip"
?
what if i told you
"flamenco reds and lava-glows
drive me wild and
edged with golds
fan like flames that lace a darkened bough"?
yellows are for flowers and sun-dresses
but give me shades of lavender and rose, lilacs and dog-violet -
these make my inner self smile
the black
well
the black can be too softly welcome
maybe that's what comes after
falling into the blue
end |12.13|
*speechless, wordless - for now. i'll be back, though, so don't think you've shut me up9:15 behind the screen
..
Your words are a spectrum
cast through a pyramid of glass
transforming benighted into blinding bliss
illuminating in pyrotechnic flashes of insight
the abyss of my soul with colors of your life
I want to smell your blue
taste the bitter white
feel the red and lava glows
burning on my skin
soothed by greens un-tasted poultice
spread on wounds long unhealed
your fields of yellow topped in shades of indigo
a vision for eyes gone slow and old
that before you called for black.
..
9:38 think I'll take a break
Hard to find stones gone soft after yours.. or was it the heart gone sof, stones hard, no not erotic but very *sighs* well, very*speechless, wordless - for now. i'll be back, though, so don't think you've shut me up* i keep seeing kaleidoscopes and prisms....
Hard to find stones gone soft after yours.. or was it the heart gone soft, stones hard, no not erotic but very *sighs* well, very![]()
18:22
A wave of darkest blue
Woven through with black
Inside a silent heart
With a gesture you could break it
With mere words you could break it
And if you won't, I will
The sun shines;
The fire in your eyes
Gives me reason to cry
18:25