Static Light

Static Light Lightning - Moneca, her name – electrified my spirit, shocked my soul into a glowing light of desire, a desire to live beyond the states of neutrality, of stagnation that existed – all that was left for a once moving, vital, vibrant being that was, once, and now is again hanging onto the very edges of what is left - of youthful adventures, of those experiences and journeys. How does one’s spirit, one’s soul hang onto the very edges of hazy dreams, of misty desires. That elusive light of golden hues and Autumn greens ? How does the knight, in realization of, lay down his sword and give up the quest for love’s light- ning ? B. J. “A” 2 May 5th 2008