Still Life
My memory creates the glow,
paints in the shadows.
Masses of green and blue
emerge from an unfocused mist,
darken and seek shape.
Light splinters through branches,
scatters on the ground
like silver leaves.
Light, shadows, colours move,
kaleidoscoping on the mind’s canvas,
blur iridescently
then stay.
No future is suggested here.
A still life.
Life
still
in a silent summer,
sounds dumbed by distance
- time.
I have found the purpose,
made the form,
the reality, which is you.
The negative space defines you,
positive,
eternal,
not ageing but being.
17/09/2006
