You are a thought that doesn't need to be chased
I’m here w/you, Penumbra, light shadow graced
Almost in a partial shade at an edge of darkness
Thin in soft layers, slipping thru a flowing dress,
Traces of you remain in the outer of a foggy ring
A place of the gradient--where light & dark sing,
Overlap negotiate a word companion barely real
Uncertain beauty her presence trembles to reveal
Moments pass between us, feel it shape the light,
Fades a coming dawn, between us, touches sight
Something soft lingers, meaning leans gradually,
The moon in the sand waves that beckon us a sea
In the morning of a light draw me to a very edge,
The light hesitates, our shadows reach and yearn,
An almost in a barely kiss the possibilities in turn
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
You are a thought that doesn't need to be chased
I’m here w/you, Penumbra, light shadow graced
Almost in a partial shade at an edge of darkness
Thin in soft layers, slipping thru a flowing dress,
Traces of you remain in the outer of a foggy ring
A place of the gradient--where light & dark sing,
Overlap negotiate a word companion barely real
Uncertain beauty her presence trembles to reveal
Moments pass between us, feel it shape the light,
Fades a coming dawn, between us, touches sight
Something soft lingers, meaning leans gradually,
The moon in the sand waves that beckon us a sea
In the morning of a light draw me to a very edge,
The light hesitates, our shadows reach and yearn,
An almost in a barely kiss the possibilities in turn
In my light penumbra, a dark moment caught forever between the real and right, we trace memories in a song that plays us walking barefoot by the sea, almost I can see you smile to laugh & play, but then you fade & ever in that place caught just the other side where a light darkness folds.
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