Light Dark

Light Dark

Draft 1 May 11, 2012
Thanks to Charlotte, Natalie and dad for the translation help.

Lux, a light without shadow, without

the shaping of

something, Light, creeping into

this window and along the drapes

shapes, draping, lighting the edges, soft

leicht, fluttering so much those edges begin to lift themselves.

Light and upward, qīng qīng dè.

A moving inside a movement, the songs which are sung silently,

a brightness, la canciό es ligera and soft

drifted into the room, and stumbled upon her sleeping face.

An angel, światły, drifting into a silent motion of

timeless and timed, images drifting in and out, while the

dreams tangoed with the licht. 

Lux, a light without umbre, and umbre,

a thing without form, a weightlessness made from

weight, clinging onto body, holding edges,

kissing it, forming the arms of cień, embracing –

but light, only light spreading into the space is nothing but form,

without movement, a movement without shape,

and the shadow brings movement into the movement.

Yīnyíng dancing with the licht,

A thing which is another,

A thing which cannot be without the other,

A movement that happens in stillness,

Like all movement, just in empty stillness,

Escapes into tenebrae, into the dreams, the spaces

that happen in the sleeping.

Another glass of wine, sweet darling,

Take me to the dreams, sweet sunshine,

Circled by the arms of shadows,

And the kisses of the light.