The light returns!
Solstice dreaming..
Short days, long nights.
Seconds spin eternity on this long night.
These emotions of mine want to play,
so I dress them up like paper dolls
twirl them around my fingers
like a strand of hair fallen out of place
use them as kindling
in a brightly burning solstice fire.
Memories dance on the backs of my eyelids
light changes against shadows
the darkest moments make the best fodder
for this hungry, anxious fire.
So very very much I want to burn up tonite,
like the walls I've built so very very high
artificial distance between you and I,
doubts I nurture like little babes
feeding them whenever they cry cry cry loud enough.
I want to burn the creeping, sinking, sticky numbness
loops of apathy, loops of apathy, loops of apathy,
the trap of words as they beat against the roof of my mouth.
Burn burn burn
this goddam fear that squeezes my eyes closed so tight.
Tonite, I want to burn the invisible weights that tie me down.
I offer it all up to a willing fire,
red and orange coals drink up the excess
smoke fills the air, purifying as it rises.
Soon the light will return,
slowly slowly towards a new day.
