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.

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