Half-light
October 28, 2009Its a wonder to me
how a half-lit room
radiates a certain
luminosity.
A glow of half-truth
half-fiction of how light
walks a seeming contradiction
across a crease on the sofa
the scent of stolen kisses
or a phone call from
a long time friend.
The future whispers
written in a book
of love and other secrets
as the dust settles
lead by a wary light
upon a blank page.
Afraid of full light or darkness
of what it might conceal
or reveal.
Waiting to awaken the
memory in my hands
as we touch and how
our fingers fit perfectly.
Or just maybe a
trickle of dreams
on the same night.
Amazed at the
half-lit room
from a distance
waiting for that
brief encounter
bathed in light
where we were
meant to see
each other.
This one gave me a sense of how it is to be in suspension, how it’s both agonizing and exhilarating to be in between something that may or may not materialize.
Half-light because the other half is, of course, dark.
(Of course, that’s just how I saw it. Forgive me for my lack of flair in constructive criticism. I don’t really know how to do it. xD Heehee.)