Poem Shards
 
 Off in the Darkness
  hidden deep within it
       but not consumed by it
      growing with it
     hoping for a better light
      to brighten it up, the
       sheen of the rock face
           gleeming
        red
      Fuji glowing like a woodblock.
   And dancing
      fireflies
    like alkaloid dreams 
      illuminated that brief
           infinite
          midnight.

  As a shadow,
     controled by the external light,
          locked like a statue, a
             parady of action,
       would silence 
       explode within the emptiness?

    No cry:  
  "From this one does not awaken" 
     The void
    does not consume.
     The silence
  become serene with the setting sun
      Thought
  does not exist.
 
  All at once, 
   I'm back with you

   I watch you sleeping.

     The morning light
     fills the room.
  The old print
      fills the frame
      above the bed.

       
this poem was a modification of the last poem.