1.12.2010

it's a simple
breathless
twilight; a glint in
darkness
that remains implacable;
a hazy fog of
possibility
and promise.
whirring luminosities
shed dreams
because sometime
you just need a little
push
before you trust yourself
to fall
(it's all hypothetical though
it couldn't
really
happen).
so give me something
tangible;
the burn has long
disappeared
and the lure of
tomorrow
tastes indigo in the air.
there is something
unbearably green
about this dewy light
but maybe
those
shimmering glimpses
between translucent clouds
will become more
than just
promises.

[clich├ęs aside
there is something about
new beginnings
that makes me
hopeful]