Soliloquy

[Lykren]

The dark steps quietly in through the door
and leaps from the walls, the mirror, the table.

Do I perceive an ultimate dusk?
The illuminations of my swiftest
sweetness, a river splashing
unbridled under great cliffs,
have clouded colorfully.
Beams of purple mingle
with halcyon reds of valley sun.

The coming dark is foreign to me
as your bewildering touch.
Light relaxes upon the skin
as shade crawls near, devouring.
Wild coasts sought out by storms
cannot shutter themselves, but
must bear the battery as they can.

So should I liken the heft
of dream and darkness
and the edge between
to something musical,
a note in passing,
a summer space.

[qimissung]

I'm not sure what's happening in this, but I like the way you say it.

[Lykren]

Thank you Qimi. It's about looming depression and the simultaneous desire to understand its roots, and to prepare for "the coming dark". So there's a struggle between looking back and looking forward that results in abrupt ambiguity. Hope begets tension.

[Lykren]

wrong thread