Sunday, February 26, 2012

Between extremes

(photograph by Henryk ┼╗ychowski)

In that place
In the gloaming
Between the face of the sun
And that of the moon
There is a ghost of the day
A promise of the night
When the memories of light
Are encased in the tomb
Of thought
The anticipation of the evening
Where I see her eyes
Sparkling as they do
I am entranced
Nearly dreaming