Between six suns
There’s still space for shadows
Between five moons
There’s still space for light
Between four rivers
There’s still a gush before the delta
Between three tables
There’s still some waiting
Between two of us
There’s still lot unsaid
Within me
There’s still shadow of the beast.
4 comments:
Between twelve lines there's the gladness of reading a new writing of yours
Charmed Anon :-)
Very pretty, but need to know:
Who 'you' is.
The identity of 'the beast.'
I have the same problem with John of Patmos. For me, enigmas teeter unsteadily between delight and frustration. Heaven knows I have enough of them on my blog, so it's no criticism.
Pause, even for a moment, and the shadow will get no longer than before.
Pause and a passing light might even banish it to the shadow of an even greater beast beyond the pale.
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