POEM - Daylight

Shade overcomes me as silent as oil,
I thought it was you for one long moment.
It held lust and rage just like you did once,
Now it holds surrender the way summer
Air holds moisture. It seems we would not be
Able to save each other like we thought
We could. Our new worlds drawn out in crayon,
We drew all the fantasies we would need.
We made play, like children. Still, as newborns,
We sought relief in cool, shifting shadows.
Until daylight wore us down with the strength
Of Tidal fingers sculpting a beachhead.
Until we peered over the water’s edge
And recognized who it was that we were,
And to whom we ultimately belonged.


M C Biegner
6/28/06