house lights dim we hang in the rafters watching the thing from afar our breath louder than we ever remember hearing it lights go up a birth a dance figures crawling across hands searching wooden planks sanded into form always fitting moment after moment lights dim the crowd around us whispering with only a few … Continue reading the lights, the lights
we don't talk ships in the night lights out waves butting up against and then nothing just the wakes like memory smoothing into surf lingering lost monotone
Something quick, even when the words don't come. Dark lights in a starless sky.
Waiting on the lights moments spent wondering how these trees lie darkened.
We squinted our eyes as we gazed upon our tree and looked into the lights watching as our head moved lights bounced slightly in and out of focus. Every second of a childhood spent wondering hoping that all the moments spent believing could live up to this brilliance.
And the lights came up over that great place where the night wasn't ever quite dark and we sat in between the street-lamps hoping to disappear completely.
The lights stay on here people walking through keep to themselves eyeing the corners for things unkown or misunderstood. And they usually find them in what shadow remains huddled together waiting for the lights to go out.