The Meaning of Light - I finally finished writing this one. It took me for ever, lots of interruptions

Puerto Rico, Bioluminescent  bay in Viequez

The Meaning of Light

The beast drinks water from the shallows

while the blossom sleeps where death awaits

on unavoidable nights. It translates voices

that it does not understand, and hopes to ask

about desire. Its deciphered imprints follow

the course of a scented field, it’s going

to overwhelm the printed hands

that rise above it blindly — created

to misguide. Trees will be the waves and boats

of fireflies setting sail in view of wind,

symphonic seeds navigate to other lands.

A storm plants death ruins on the plains.

After the time of bones, new grass grows,

a cloak of fear and loneliness waits in twilight

dimensions. A man blinded by rennet

in streaming light bites his rage, chews

the curd of false expectations, rates

desert paths. He does not stop offering

dilapidated visions, the challenge

of kissing gannets in an empty sea.