Tripping the Light

twilights habitual reach trickles soft arises a shade to cover drapes the frame to a view imposes with a lean lounges in a requiem perched upon a window brink fallen sleepless again gazing the horizon inspires a simple measure the shimmer closer a marvel of visible light strikes the window blind touches battered and savage scatters in a sea of sparks impressions delight the agony to defy the stars fall from my eyes a push to a step a plunge in the luminesce entwined inside a twinkling twisting, turning ,receding dwindles for a crushing flux spills of white shine of gold spinning silver bright dims the darkness cold soar in the heavens seek to find a place to die no remorse not a single cry the smallest things now hidden inside this is where I reside Terry D’Arcy-Ryan