synapses | sonnet thirty four posted by imani , Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 1:16 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

and i find myself painting the naked
night with stars that hang low, fighting
the glare of a rebelling darkness so
i may continue seeing your face,

and the meaning it holds, when,
little by little, piece by piece, we harbor
lights that crowd our tendencies
to de-create and re-create mute,

imperfect, glorious moments
we held each other as if the world
stood still and time vanished

along with traces, roots, windows
and prisms, seeking only the rhetoric
of dreams and languages, of shapes and origins.