I'm dark boy. Far darker than you.
My dark smoulders slow.
There's no screen illuminating
value, tone and light.
It's best you let me breathe.
It's best you let me be.
It's best you let me be
I'm lone sifting, you
left to breathe
night air, sustained by the slow
flameless light
nevertheless, illuminating.
You walk the street, illuminating
a haze of dream, the need to be
loved like light.
A loneness shades you
indirect, reflecting a slow
exhaling trellis as you breathe .
I try to not breathe.
To not absorb love, illuminating,
the show of this slow
permeable dance, as you burn to be,
more you,
and now needing light.
Where streams the light
as you breathe,
composing, radiating you,
these mental embers, illuminating
time, and the need to be?
Please leave my shadow slow.
The persistence burns slow.
Orange, I will not follow the light.
I will be
asleep in the grove, where I breathe
steady holding glints of mica, illuminating
freedom, where in darkness, I do treasure you.
Walk, sleep, be, we burn slow,
list as you tread soft light.
we together breathe, we part illuminating.
Scupper © 3/2010
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Comments
"I'm dark boy. Far darker than you." sounds like a caution/ simple matter of fact speak hybrid.
enjoyed.
"My dark smoulders slow" ...this has a lyricism to it that would fit a song. New Stones song for me. Thanks
but then to transform the constraints into beauty and art, takes more than the knowledge of composition, it requires heart, pain, vision and love to make it searingly beautiful.
very well done
that in itself is a picture worth getting lost in.
Thanks for including me in the Sestina celebration. : )