September 2011
Spectroscopy bodies
In the utter lack of light
Perhaps there is a shining
One only seen in the absolute
A dark prairie filled with glowing trees
An eye cannot catch it perhaps
Though special few see the luminosity
Etched images of life burning down
In front of eyes as bright
To cradle the notion that there is
Some light to the shadows created
To exist in the absence of all
A shame of a soul to show itself so
When it could flicker brilliantly
At the price of a brief life
As the embers cool slowly by the winds of time
I’d rather have a flame
An incendiary of life burning
Lighting a fire to fill the forest
Of glittering bodies fading away
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
—Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
