reaching
arching
swinging
swaying

arms flailing
hands clawing at thin


air


transparent
seemingly empty

fingers frantic
once upon a time
full

or seemingly so

filled to the cupped brim
overflowing with joy
laughter


light


light as with air
fits naught within fists

clenched just so

the tighter fingers wrap themselves
to hold all the glory
the less space available for breath

the closer fingers come to lights source
the darker the space they create

shadows fall
upon surfaces pulsing with life

undulating and flowing
light radiates from


within


within the light
shadows cast long lean steaks
upon mirrors surface

causing one to look twice


within



3-26-09
soulfriend