Dark Poetry Prose Poetry December 17, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

12-17-05 saturday 11:13pm

in darkness. we see. in light. we stare. windows locked still show through their glass. everything. touching in cold waves of sight misguided. yearning in that distant way do all lives not reconciled.

just pages. write them. be they read by. parsed in quiet desperation as the engine idles. for all that has been said. and all that still awaits its chance.

soft tones that eminate from the sharpest edges. so lost in what almost was. so infected with what might've been.

in darkness it is clear. how blind i am. in light it becomes apparent what isn't there.

no junctures dare meet us. seldom found, better that way. such earnest wings. that even without their feathers they beat the wind. in a consumptive memory of when flight was still an option.

touch. in the farthest corner. it cowers there. like an abandoned shadow. lost in itself until a new light comes to. define it again.

as if life were at our beckon. and now it obeys. because this is how much we want it.