It is not dark here.
Nor is it light.
I'm waiting.
The second hand gravitates upwards
and time never takes a ten.
Red.
A burst, a glimmer.
A wisp of what it's soon to be.
Enough to catch my eye,
I regard the bright light.
It grows.
A second passes
and it begins to encompass
my entire world.
It breathes a yellow light.
Upon me,
And it's warm.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:14 PM UTC
It is not dark here.
Nor is it light.
I'm waiting.
The second hand gravitates upwards
and time never takes a ten.
Red.
A burst, a glimmer.
A wisp of what it's soon to be.
Enough to catch my eye,
I regard the bright light.
It grows.
A second passes
and it begins to encompass
my entire world.
It breathes a yellow light.
Upon me,
And it's warm.