04 August 2010

An Absence of Light

I carry anticipation
through long hot days
and deep sensuous nights
waiting for words
for coda to decipher
for a glimpse of a face

this need, this yearning
is akin to an absence of light
a void, a hole
in an otherwise 
incandescent existence

this missing piece of my days
this permanent part of me
this absent light
is the last thought at the dark
the first with the sun

one day soon
when least expected
the words will come
the light will return
and my days will 
once again shine.

1 comment:

  1. you bring the word "need" to a new level.
    just beautiful.