Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Edge of Light


I find myself at the edge of the light on either side of the day.
Hours,
they were but moments,
passed in between.

I teeter on this edge
before falling into the abyss of sleep.
Swimming across
to reach an identical edge in the obverse.

This half light
half drapes objects
in a murky, milky mist
before dropping a
complete cover of darkness
erasing all lines.

Light unzips the night
like a movie running backwards
I watch
as dark reverses to light.

When I stop looking--
Suddenly,
I can see.

2 comments:

jot777 said...

Pensive. Moody. Unique. Exquisite.

Poetess and poem are of like character, multi-layered, mysterious,...ATTRACTIVE. ;)

Hello there! My name is June said...

This has always been my favorite time of day. Great photo!