m-shapes:

Light, your light,
slides
across the uneven skin of the earth-
longing to be waves;
to swell and surge like curled waves
caught in a horizontal ring.

Unlike the son of humanity;
not rising, divine,
a vertical reprimand,
accentuating the stark, defiant trunks of trees—
marking the slanted backs of men,
and their grotesque, handwritten notes
filed away in their brains.

Their shadows lengthen then,
like clockwork,
shrink into dark halos,
stagnant.

But Light,
your light magnifies,
washes out into infinity,
the flakes of daylight,
as dew on spring leaves, surprisingly—
about to blot me out.

poetry365:

How I wish I could fly
where no one could see me,
behind the ray of light
leaving no trace.

But you—let the light encircle you.
That’s the one happiness.
Learn from a star the meaning
of light.

If it’s a ray, if it’s light,
that’s only because
the whisper and chatter of lovers
strengthen and warm it.

And I want to tell you
that I’m whispering,
I’m giving you to the ray,
little one, in whispers.