Anticipation of Loving in Shadow

 

 

Your shadow comes from eating whiteness

From living, feeling and years in the rising sun

Your shadow leads to nowhere

To footsteps among words like bees

 

Like a brook of water through alphabets

Until your brain thinks in quantum physics

Your hands will move, plainly organic

Your shadow is the sunlight bounced

 

Back from a plate of silver, your very best meal

Your shadows breathe philosophy

The leaping beyond the winds of time

I dare you to reach past your shadows

 

Your shadows arch from your throat

Writer, keen as a sword, straight from ghosts

Your shadow comes from a far away place

The hopping of birds from the golden garden street

 

Where time is found to be an illusion

Like the primal rushing gladness of the search for love.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

It seems your Muse is living on your shoulder, like a silent promise of things to come... Beautifully written.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

And who is the muse?

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You tell me, she belongs to you

[Rita L. Sev]

Your imagery is wonderful - your words weave a provocative tapestry. Nicely done!

[Sympatico]

Thank you Rita

[Mariam]

yeah,you do serve beauty. I like last lines
( rushing gladness of the search for love... wonderful )

[Sympatico]

Yes you understand my intention Mariam.

[Sympatico]

Good last two lines here, almost mournful :P