Something In Light

Hued elegance against the darkness of the form:
With hand outstretched against the sun.
Vague, formless shapes in distant spaces extending beyond the grasp;
Aimless reaching that touches atomless dust.

There is something in light:
It is the infinity of life in the gaps between fingers;
Vitality filtering through space between eye and outer-world.
The infinite recesses of the universe find your soul in that pulse,
That blink, and smile back misty gleams of tears formed in solitude.

In such moments of time
Wildly searching to find the elixir of life
You’ll often find the self
Dancing among pale spectres of trees:
Forests of dark moss and silent screams.

You’ve been in the mind’s eye here before in dreams
Mutely echoing back your inner fears.
Repressed emotions surface to haunt
Among the barren spectres of life,
Stoically poised in their stillest forms.

In such moments,
There is something in light:
The resonant emotion of the soul.

by Charmaine de Lange