Day 1213, feel.
From soil
in the shadows
we grow
up
and some
feel the light
of dreams
Nochrisis
Day 1120, element.
The elements
changing
the grey
darkness
the light
transact
a dance
the element
Nochrisis
Day 1097, my room.
My room
is silently lit by harsh light,
where I stand naked in front of
reaching for a sign
that someone
opens
my window.
Nochrisis
Day 1095, workplace.
Harsh light comes from outside
leaving the darkness in corners.
My workspace is well lit,
I have the time for this
just have to get the tools.
Day 1093, perspective.
I turn around, look
twist my head, adjust
my perspective is, of
or do I misunderstand.
Nochrisis
Day 1058, storm.
A storm is going on.
I stare upwards, eyes closed, see dim grey movements.
The lights inside play with my darkness, from outside
the wind, roof and trees play their song
getting exited, calm down, scream, all without reason.
The fireplace cracks, suddenly, irregularly, interrupts this symphony,
the orange glow welcome, reminds me, the darkness subsides.
Nochrisis
Day 1013, when it turns of.
The longest night just past
the bright outside light takes
the light away from shadows
when it turns off
Nochrisis
Day 868, dreams.
Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
Day 855, blue.
Upwards to gather
light that pulls up to the blue
where seeds can disperse.
Day 854, to bright.
A colorful eye
closing for incoming light
for richer colors.
Day 851, to sleep.
A shell to preserve
when the light is retreating
and the bees do sleep.
Day 802, going.
Retreating backwards
where the lights once were shining
to the unknown known.
Day 756, shadow.
