lit/unlit

Darling, i see you face
like a burst of brilliance in the dark
flashing too bright
like a light bulb
before going out

Darling, your beautiful smile
minutely persists
like a streak of white smoke in the dark
a short-lived
glow-hazy flicker
of memory

whatever will i do
when all that remains
is a littered unlit place
spent matchsticks scattered
in the cavernous
confines of my mind?

i miss the light

i see too much…

too sharply, strongly

too vividly, viciously

 

i miss the light…

not chemical, not electrical

not that cruel piercing imperfection revealing lit object.

why not some dimness…?

 

some  smoothness…

some dark to wrap around softly but not at all lessen…

some thing hidden…

some thing saved…

some thing for one to know and one to find out…

 

let the light be created,

 

let it slowly fade the light-maker

 

let it lick, slide, drip, drop, fall, fly and burn…

 

let it leave a trace as all living things do…

 

let it spark, grow, flame, flicker, falter…

 

let it live and as all, let it leave.