Sunday, November 17, 2013

shared silence

several years have passed
since the night

my son wandered the house
and i followed

don't know if he even noticed

his sisters snored
someone had plugged in
our new nightlight
a christmas gift

he stopped and watched
the flickering on the wall
blue, green, red, purple
(someone had set the light
to run through all of its colors)

he reached out to touch it
he lay down on the floor
where the light would pass over him
i lay down with him

we shared a silent
symphony of color
until he slept

sometimes when i'm tired
i remember that moment

if the splendor of the Aurora
can shine through a cheap piece of plastic

how much more would we shine
if we let the light pass through us --

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