Something alone at night longs for the sight
Of a woman sitting at a desk, the light
Cast by a lamp upon the desk, a glow
Over her shoulders, gilding longing in
A mythology of feelings, quietly
Apart from actual experience.
That longing, something ignorant of life,
Lives out of time in a flickering its own,
A momentary impression, independently
Suspended sense of something in that glow
So soft light never touches its bold contours,
Apart from actual experience.
The soft light on her shoulders beckons me
To long for moments held apart, like laughter
Or a lover’s sighs, caresses long gone after
Now, never sought except in memory
Of longing, past where any mind can go,
Apart from actual experience.
So let it sit there out of reach, illusion
That fends off feelings from the mind’s intrusion,
Apart from actual experience.
KLK
10/5/2014
I Dwell In Possibility 