eilidh

At Dreaming's Edge
once I found myself
chasing will-o-wisps -
tiny pearls of brilliance -
lights by which I guide my feet.
Like a million frantic stars,
they whirled and spun about me,
always just beyond fingertips.
Yet I,
bound to their path,
followed them
even into Dreaming
and then back again
to Dreaming's Edge.
O wise lanterns -
    ever should I persue you?
    ever will I be drawn to you -
        terminally,
        as an unwitting moth?
Not tonight do I expect
to pass the test
of your white-hot rage,
the tantric dance
atop the head of a pin.
No, not here on Deaming's Edge
is the wispy challenge won.
Not here on Dreaming's Edge,
where that warmth leaves me
for another morn.

morning breaks
a dawn so
white
white painted yellow
white spiked with you
white won't last
because i'm feeling so
black: nothing inside
black: because i'm leaving
black and blue: you're leaving
and i must be so
yellow because i couldn't say
the red i felt
the green i hid
the purple you wore
so white
meets black
in green and sky
and we found ourselves
in blue and shade
just talking red word
as i stumbled blue thought
mumbled blue thought
and returned to black
but i tried
i tried and tried
to be white like you
but i couldn't shake
the grey thing
that hung about my neck
dragging my towards
the brown rocks
at the bottom
of the vast blue
dragging me away
so forever
my prism is you
because dawn
will never wait for a
rainbow