Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Sunlight, pale

Sunlight, pale
through a cool window
edges sideways
on gold
and on
dim memory
that has not
yet become,
but wants
to be.
I
carefully
do not let it,
let my senses
fill instead
only with
the pure flow
of wordless light.

2 comments:

Sonja said...

Beautiful. Your blog is awesome. Do you compose while out hunting for mice, or after dinner. Or as appears to be the case today, before breakfast?

coyote said...

I find that chasing bunnies before breakfast usually gets the (mental) juices flowing...