I live in the corners now where the light is a reflection
and the shadows are real:
The comforting shadows of what was and the
painful shadows of what was expected.
My corner is crowded with transients, like me, pulled
slowly or fast, into the farthest nooks where they are
finally lost to the ephemeral light of here and now.
It's hard to remember some of them, glad they are gone in fact;
Others are seared in my consciousness, smiling there as when
we shared the light that seemed everlasting as the sun.
But not even the sun is forever.
So I look for something beyond the nooks where my friends
and loves and dreams have gone.
I will tell you, who are still in the light, truly from the shadows
of the corner: only love and hope and Love will mean anything
when you reach this place.
And you will be here too soon.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
I live in the corners now where the light is a reflection
and the shadows are real:
The comforting shadows of what was and the
painful shadows of what was expected.
My corner is crowded with transients, like me, pulled
slowly or fast, into the farthest nooks where they are
finally lost to the ephemeral light of here and now.
It's hard to remember some of them, glad they are gone in fact;
Others are seared in my consciousness, smiling there as when
we shared the light that seemed everlasting as the sun.
But not even the sun is forever.
So I look for something beyond the nooks where my friends
and loves and dreams have gone.
I will tell you, who are still in the light, truly from the shadows
of the corner: only love and hope and Love will mean anything
when you reach this place.
And you will be here too soon.
