Polarity
The dream, she awakens him.
Directed,
as if by a compass;
he follows.
Blinded by the brightest lights,
and light,
his soul ignites,
free-hand sketching
color by number.
Patch-work
begins
like the spread of ivy.
Darkness is obsolete, his world is lively.
Living
and breathing
at his own pace,
he's found the one.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2007
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