“You, you were hardly in anything a fair laden,
always one so hesitated and shyly waiting.”


And the day…

there sunbeams dreamt themselves through the woods
and finding something worthy my will to live for again


And the night…

when our tears took their embraces around beauty
while time withered down in our own night-still safety


Coming silently grasping in derided years,
alike the life-giving shadows risen images
fumbling on inside all of light’s night-brushes

Stuck. A new dreary moment here stands.

DIMMED! Am a hindered light, so languished…
Reserved… Played before darkness’s rays.
Scattered. Tearing down the collapsed.

Still drinks the broken glance of all sunshine
and waits through the fondling gleaming light


(Got here to pass mine’s turn
in an unsolved movement reluctantly light-painted
for this is half the path’s length.)