Shadows and Light

Light and form marry time and place, in that narrow gap and space, two souls can learn to collide and exist in a moment that is transformed into pressing pause on the tormenting with craft of heart’s blunder in past and subduing the uncertainty of the fragility that could be at the root to fingertip crush of love. The cold clings against creviced folds of skin like steel shadows in darkly lit places of wretched souls where no light can sway the staffs of masks from their own ill stained hands. Aware of the moment, sharp and heavy on the tongue with every pension of its fleeting air as moves over and leaks from the feet of luke warm water down the drain, slipping away to be buried beneath the earth, carried and dropped in some desolate place, sojourned out like the salt on the shores of rocks. Set afire with colors of amber and flaming golds, the galleys drop and leave open voids of space where once brilliant cambers met in great explosion, outstretching limbs before each of them. The bridge is set fire to where we have been, smoldering smokes begins to clear as the sun begins to rise again.