Beyond the cloud the sun
Beyond the night the dawn
The dark is dark for its own sake
Beyond the dream we shall once more wake
Light
From shadow
from
shadow
spring sunshine
brings clarity
colour dreams
slanted
light
Through the forest
Through the forest in the night blackness they crept in single file. “Turn that torch off!” he shouted, then saw the light was shining from the other man’s eyes.
Three a.m.
In the darkness there is a light
In the darkness a hand to hold
My heart beats, beats
My heart beats with yours
In the darkness a hand to hold
In the darkness a light
It was dark and there was fear
Enemies hidden.
It was dark and there was fear.
Then came the light. You.
The light bounces back
My kitchen window looks onto the back of a sheltered accommodation block. Cats prowl on the grass below. In the morning, in spring and summer mornings, in clear spring and summer mornings, the sun shines onto the red-brick walls and bounces back to light my kitchen.
This morning I waved to the old man whose name I don’t know and he waved back. Today the reflected light shone out from his eyes. He smiled and pulled the curtains shut again.
optimism / pessimism
enough light shines through
diamond points of frozen rain
gutters stream half-full
Three pieces about the shortest and longest days (2 by me, 1 by Karina Brink)
The shortest day beckons sunlight.
The darkest night is before the dawn.
The path ahead may be through the shadows
but even this will pass.
***
The longest day brings an abundance of light.
Banishes all darkness & shadows.
At night, short & sweet:
Only dreams
Of hope.
***
Dreams of colour, splintered light.
The darkness behind the mirror leaves us with the shortest night.
And hope slow burns.
Honoured to share a page with Karina Brink @KarinaMSzczurek
Fancy dress
Lace underwear clouds thrown over the lightbulb moon; the streets are camouflaged in fancy dress. Two figures, fingers interlocked.
UF Object
You are for me a UFO
who sped across my sky at night,
landed in my garden and
loved me at the speed of light.
Now I am your satellite.
simonsalento 