The penumbra that is loss, cast upon us abruptly
The light creeping onto shadow, kissing its edge
Gazing on the dimness or light, betwixt the two we strive
Arbitration just beyond our sphere, amidst our grief
Concentrating on the brilliance, a difficult endeavor
Maneuvering in darkness, nearly impossible
Remain fixed on the penumbra, await the separation
The momentum of loss may cast us in an impetuous direction
But an eclipse does not last forever
Petrichor left his penumbra seduced,
It was nature's lagniappe framed;
To assure rest and soothe to his soul,
His name was trohedus-created out of loves truth.
To be given such a title was never his first truth,
His major interest lingered in the cloud's and in the sounds,
To be framed as some paragon was not what he was proud of,
So nature's arms were always opened for him.
His art was to heal people and being's through his instrument,
What had been woven into his soul, hadn't vanished as he grew,
And whenever he played his sublime sounding machine,
It not only came alive but it breathed the very same air he breathed.
His music acted as an emollient for wrenched souls,
It could be anything that the beings might be suffering,
So his passion and his loved combined acted as an ether for lost souls,
For love was his name and he was natures granted lagniappe.
He did his magical work living in the forests way,
For his essence could only last as he was connected to this play,
This harbinger, poet and a being of poise was always filled with felicity,
Wherever he moved everything was attracted to his beauty.
He isn’t from Mars
And I’m not from Venus
But our destinies have been traced
Keeping such distance between us
Never too close
Like the Sun and the Moon
Just a brush of a penumbra
Time’s not once opportune
It burns my soul so deep
But if this is all I can have
Just to look and never touch
How can I curse at that?
The sun undresses its silky rays
before the blushing earth.
The earth gazes,
her sapphire eyes soak in
the glimmering shot of dawn. The moon
hide away, curving against
the hangnail of light. Stars
scintillate their last dust of evening.
“You always act like you’ve never seen me before.”
The sun removes another layer.
“Like each time is too good to be true. ”
Spinning, the earth grows dizzy. “You are the one who
abandons me in the dark.”
Above the horizon, the sun smiles.
“Clairvoyance is buried inside of you.
You know I will always return.”
The sun’s amber skin
radiates along coasts and cities,
intensifying. Brightness diminishes-
night turns into day into night once more.
“I’m still alive for you, love.”
The earth tucks in the trails of dusk
as the sun cradles revolving planets.
“See you again, soon.”
A priceless beast, so prideful and mild
With eyes so clear, full of wisd'm and guile.
Nevertheless, true child of the wild:
Untamed shadow with a taunting smile.
To revel in your pride and beauty,
I hunt you down, make you my trophy,
Put you on display, for all to see
Your beauty, pride and serenity.
But when caged and trapped, you have lost your pride,
Lost your raw beauty, lost your wild side.
So pitiful it sickens me inside...
When shown that to yourself you must be true,
With parting utterance I release you:
"May the eternal hunt begin anew."
There is this moment.
After hectic hours in the daylight.
The view minutes after the landscape
was painted in the splashing colors of sunset.
Before some people fall asleep
Or break out in an insane serenity
Caused by the feeling of being incognito
Under the invisibility cloak of the night.
There is a moment of placidity.
When the last rays of sunlight
Battle with the first stars
For the domination of the sky.
When the shadows grow longer
And blur between light and darkness.
When the surroundings are dim-lit
I am the most alive.
The silence makes me hear.
The monochrome paints make me see.
I step out of the penumbra
And vanish in the outlines of the world.