Crazed Jedi Wannabe

The Gold

 

Radiant Gold slanting through the leaves,

melting

around rocks and skipping off

water. All it touched became glorified, greens trilled

higher and browns hum deeper. Each fissure running through the bark,

every twig lurking in the grass, all things

touched by the flaxen glow lay revealed.

Insects swam

through it, twirling in circles, a

living chandelier above me. For an instant, I sought to

join them, to

embark on the waves of afternoon sun cascading

through the trees. The instant fled

as I glimpsed beside me, to the one

sharing my pool of shade.

 

Untouched by the Gold, yet more

captivating than all the glory around me, she sat

gracefully.

The Gold stretched out to her, as if longing for her

touch to magnify its own splendor. Then

she smiled,

and the Gold sensed it was outmatched. With great

dignity, its dusty beam slipped below the horizon,

yet I was not aware.

I was still awash in the splendor of her smile,

a brighter radiance by far.

 

 

 

The Dusk

 

Trees silhouetted in darkness that curls down

ghostly branches, rippling through grassy blades,

hunting.

Gone is the sun, the last grey light clinging

stubbornly to the sky. The night resonates with anticipation,

ready to ravish the world. Yet in those moments

before the dark curtain falls, I glide through the forest,

ethereal as the ghosts who haunt it.

Gone is my body, drifting beyond notice. Even sound

itself is enveloped by the encroaching black. Yet I am

not alone.

Descending the silent, unseen path I slide through the gloom, a

companion at my side.

As evanescent as a ripple, she accompanies my flight,

a presence without substance, more

real than the ground I trod.

Together we exist alone, spirits bound by murky solitude.

Our words shatter the grey between us, linking

our thoughts, anchoring

our souls.

On we soar through a world where

light and dark kiss,

yet we remain untouched.