dark.
grass, soft and itchy and cozy
an ugly christmas sweater
that you pull eagerly over your
head and snuggle into.
I can reach up and
swirl my hand in a puddle of stars
and wach the ripples of
starlight.
a ladder to the roof,
to the sky
the grass is below,
the sweater is discarded by the
fire — too warm
for it but it is remembered
fondly, its woven green fronds.
energy of the logic circuit burns
everything in acrid scent.
but it's not forgotten.
cozy, off to the side.
I can reach out and clasp my
hands around the moon, obliterating
the light, but it won't be dark.
*hard to see,
not dark.*
I can let my hands open
and let the orb of light
roll, eerie and slow,
out of the sky
it will have a soft landing
a sweater woven of grass
and darkness
do they glow now?
do they glow with the
light I brought you?
darkness is soft
softly hiding itself
in the quest to hide everything
scary that has ever made us
afraid of the dark.
light asks, softly, to be looked at.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
dark.
grass, soft and itchy and cozy
an ugly christmas sweater
that you pull eagerly over your
head and snuggle into.
I can reach up and
swirl my hand in a puddle of stars
and wach the ripples of
starlight.
a ladder to the roof,
to the sky
the grass is below,
the sweater is discarded by the
fire — too warm
for it but it is remembered
fondly, its woven green fronds.
energy of the logic circuit burns
everything in acrid scent.
but it's not forgotten.
cozy, off to the side.
I can reach out and clasp my
hands around the moon, obliterating
the light, but it won't be dark.
*hard to see,
not dark.*
I can let my hands open
and let the orb of light
roll, eerie and slow,
out of the sky
it will have a soft landing
a sweater woven of grass
and darkness
do they glow now?
do they glow with the
light I brought you?
darkness is soft
softly hiding itself
in the quest to hide everything
scary that has ever made us
afraid of the dark.
light asks, softly, to be looked at.
