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Monday, July 18, 2011

I See the Light; The Light Sees Me

Behind black shapes
Dark becomes light.

Seemingly, it climbs
steadily upward,
though merely
sitting still.
We move toward it.

Glow gathers shape.
Shape becomes round.
We turn without feeling.

Inch by inch 
we are revealed 
to each other.

 A lady or a man
in the gravitational pull
of each other's light.

we are but a reflection 
of another's light
that gives us our place;

keeps us "grounded"
with little fear
of careening into Darkness.


黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

I think you had the idea and executed it, really nice series with an objective in mind !

Out on the prairie said...

What a very nice post, very enjoyable to read and see.

Κωστής Τζαγκαράκης said...

Beautiful series and narrative.

Karen said...

Poetry, gorgeously illustrated. What a wonderful post!

Sandra said...

lovely and i like the shots with the moon peeking through the leaves.

Judy ~ Through My Garden Window said...

Wonderful! I must share this on facebook, since I begged a classmate for a photo of the full moon last week. She does a marvelous job of providing us with sunsets.

Cheryl said...

Beautiful images, and soulful words.

Felt in complete harmony with this post......

Jenny Woolf said...

A nice sequence of mysterious and decorative pictures

Anonymous said...

This was a very poetic story which like the light, revealed itself slowly, unexpectedly and mysteriously. I really enjoyed this look at dark to light. Great post an uniquely different. Thank you for joining the Illumination meme.

Cat said...

What a unique perspective for illumination. Very mysterious!