Day 192: A Walk with Light and Shadow

The Light

You make me young again

Twelve or twenty, or someplace in between

I want to run and skip and sing, and be so free

You are everything to me, my sunrise and my sunset

The prettiest ones

The very best ones

You are the stars I count on

You are the clouds I dream upon

You are the ducks dipping, the ferris wheel spinning

You are the lights strung upon the summer tree

You are all that makes me smile

And more, so much more

I can’t begin to explain

It would take a lifetime or two

Just to count all the reasons I adore you

Your hair, your eyes

Your nose so cute

I want to nibble you whole and in completion

Bite through your sexiness

I want to run my fingers through you

Every part

And dance on you like some worn out disco floor

I want to tap and spin

And glide on knees

Feel your smoothness beneath me

And eat your very soul

The Shadow

Release me bloody panther of the night

The one I spear, who keeps rising

With claws to chest

Carving name into my flesh

I run and you follow

My scent, your prisoner

You are naught but heavy stones in my pocket

Backpack on weary shoulders

Silver spikes beneath my feet

A broken time piece

Your face a façade

You are unwelcomed fever

The torture of still birth

A labor of death

You are the stripe of the honey bee

The symbol of nectar’s sting

I will not be your dance floor

Your river or mountain

I will be nothing you move upon

You feed me not, whittler of bones

And nor shall I be your prey

I turn you mystic muse

To the muds of moors

And make the howling hound your bed song

Cry for me now

This light slipped through your fingers

So I might collect your tears

And spit them at your shadow

I am blood-dry to your enchantment

Fed upon the last time

To me you are the stinging nettle of pain

The poison oak of itch

The jelly fish of sting

In leaving I shall paint the walls of you

With my echoed screams

So you may sit now

And hear the wing-clipped raven

Crying in the attic’s mind

It is your turn

Of empty ghost

Your turn to grasp

And find nothing but empty cloud of drought

I will be not your star

I will be not your sun

Instead I shall step dark upon your grave

And kick dirt at your memory

My laughter, your sorrow

My victory, your loss

My hope, your awakening

To the world without me

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By Sam Craft, July 2012

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The Walk

The following are photos from the bird sanctuary. There is a mile long platform that stretches across the wetlands and leads to the salt-water sound. There are hundreds of birds flying everywhere and adjacent nature trails.

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15 thoughts on “Day 192: A Walk with Light and Shadow

  1. “You are the lights strung upon the summer tree
    You are all that makes me smile
    And more, so much more”
    What more is there to say..?
    The photos are magnificent, and a place like that would have me on it everyday with.. camera in hand.. a place called paradise is how it looks to me…
    Wonderful post… and a lovely smile…

    1. My camera is in the repair shop, so I have been using a new “lesser” breed for a month. I don’t have the ability to focus in like I want to. When my camera is fixed, I shall go get some close ups of the birds. I can totally picture you there with the birds. You would capture some excellent shots, I’m certain. I’ll have to see what I can come up with and share with you, once I have my missed camera in hand. It is a place of paradise. I thank the heavens several times a day to live in the Northwest. My favorite line “lights strung upon the summer tree” Glad you liked it.
      Thanks for your kindness,
      Sam 🙂

      1. That’s neat that you call your son that too 😀 Yes it would be nice (reborn and live there),and smiles right back at you,my very good friend 🙂 I hope your day was wonderful!

        The DC

  2. Love the words, the lily pads and how nature has the answers to our questions when we take the time to look and listen. Great post. Thanks!

  3. Oh Sam — you are truly a genius with your written art. The photos are lovely, of course — but your work here rivals the post I did featuring the Rumi story (The Forest and The River)… I am not sure if you saw it, but I say you can be the next Rumi ~ Let me know if you need link. I love the contrast you built into this (light vs shadow) ~ and your feelings about each… So hard to pick favorite lines ~ like this for light:

    “you are everything to me, my sunrise and my sunset

    The prettiest ones

    The very best ones

    You are the stars I count on

    You are the clouds I dream upon

    You are the ducks dipping, the ferris wheel spinning

    You are the lights strung upon the summer tree”

    And this a lot on Shadow:

    “A broken time piece

    Your face a façade

    You are unwelcomed fever

    The torture of still birth

    A labor of death

    You are the stripe of the honey bee

    The symbol of nectar’s sting

    I will not be your dance floor”

    Your portrait today ~ exotic/mysterious…. like a lady who can tell the future — 🙂
    Love to you sea -sis — wish I could walk normally and take hikes like the one from your photos — looks heavenly there ~~xo

    1. I am very much the shadow today. And your words help shadow let in some light. You really boost my esteem in a kind genuine way, that makes my words feel alive and worth sharing. You are a true blessing in my life, and I count you on the soul’s hand of authentic, light-fillled beings I gladly welcome. So happy you are my sea sister. The second piece was very hard to feel—wouldn’t let me sleep, kept whispering in my ear and flashing images…still hard to feel and live through, but letting spirit live in me in all his/her shapes and forms. I very much wish to have a simple brain, just for a little bit, just to catch my breath. I will hold onto the beautiful blessings in my life, until I feel better— which will likely be tonight after an appointment is over. I so wish you could walk normally, too. I will bring you with my, and carry you wherever I walk. Much love ~ Sam

      1. so sweet Sam – thank you…I know you would too. Now if I could get rid of pain and you can build really big muscles — we are in business! xxo

    1. I love everything about birds, too. Always have. Yes….you are so clever to notice the dance floor twice..I noticed that too, and thought about that for a bit. 🙂 Yes, very different moods. Each of which I experienced. 🙂 Thank you for your comment and visit. Sam

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