A clean page:
what shines in you is not nothing,
though equally clear and blue
and I am old enough to know
I ought to give up wanting to
touch that shining.
What shines anyway?
Stars, cut glass and water
and you in your serene blue shirt
Standing beside a window
while it rains, nothing much going on
intangible.
To put your hand into the light
reveals the hand but the light also
shining is where they touch
Other things made of light:
hallucinations and angels
if I reach my hands into you
will you vanish??
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cobalt:
Yeah, that poem was one of mine - I wrote 12 sonnets a couple years back and thought it might fit your mood...!
cobalt:
Absolutely you can post it in your journal - I will send more from time to time!