Lost in light

There was a poem,
Lingering endlessly,
I could taste its silhouette,
In the shadows, it chose to be.

She left in a flurry of lights behind.
After the deep, ephemeral satisfaction
of bamboozled bliss,
it all started to make sense.
In the happenstance:
all that was intangible, indescribable,
were words, spells
well chained in brilliant sepulchers:
Possessed, unfree.

Life was never worth knowing
In the light of day
it is by definition, a hope of
falling upon the music
of the universe.

Musings always were
the romance of the stars.
I have lost them in light
I have lost them. In. Light.