glossypapered
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
What is light?
Intoxicate,
dream,
for you are no more
than I
an eyeful island’s
careful breath,
when a storm-drenched
heaven meets
palm ends
to end. The shape
of soul and silence
is fireflies
catching the evening sun.
Moon rises
then day dawns.
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