Light Qualities

the edge between

awake and dreaming

has smudged into dawn

spring shine drenching scenes

backdropped in steel blue

clouds waiting to give their gift

of petrichor and life



Can you see?

I wear my heart in my sleeve
mask with eyes that show only
blank canvas
towering clouds immerse flesh in storms
rapt in dusk’s flames

I wear my face in the other
dagger unsheathed
point obvious
exposed by the waters
clean, rhythmic, swift