Medley
The last time I walked outside,
only darkness.
We coexisted; I was content
with its abundance.
A night un-phased by the
celestial aura of the Loon.
Yet by chance, or fate perhaps,
I was caught by a curious ray;
One that pierced sternly, justly.
I stood beneath the enlightening
beam, and cast a shadow
to the ground which
clung to the darkness;
an asphalt effigy,
opposed to
a light-post reverie.
Within the ruddy arabesque,
swings a pendulum.
My eyes are trained to them now;
the flailing, blurred space surrounding
the gentle gyrations
reminds me constantly
like a swinging censer
that it was meant to be;
a melee with fate,
or just
more time to wait.
