As one light dwindled and the other dimly shined,/In that blissful liminality, our corruption was overlaid with the essence of true freedom. 

Dusk

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I’ve neglected this blog for a while mostly because my last two years of university were insanely busy and I barely had time to exhale, let alone maintain this site. However, I have not been creatively idle during these months of COVID madness. I wish I could have written more but life is life.

Most of the following posts are poems I created during this period but the first two are throwbacks. I think Dusk is the second ‘proper’ poem I ever wrote, way back in my teenage years. My good friend Claudia and I have adjacent birthdays so we had a joint celebration that involved a surreally beautiful time at a park, hammock swinging, bike riding and good conversation having. To top it all off, we were blessed with a stunning dusk. I was intensely happy on that day in a way I take pains to describe in this poem. I don’t know if I manage it but talking about feelings is notoriously hard. Enjoy.

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We all seemed suspended in satisfaction.
Nothing was real, or perhaps reality was shrouded in some delicately woven gossamer 
exuding a light all its own.

Not of the sun, that chill authority, for it was setting then
and it does not know how to bathe the earth in a soothing glow
But only how to set it ablaze. 
The sun knows no gentleness, no human sympathy.

For how can it, when from time’s birth it has loomed over all our fruitless friction?
It has never sought to understand the fragile weakness of our hearts.

It is far away.

No. It was not that light that graced the hairs on your skin and danced with mine about my neck.

Nor was it the moon, that lesser light, the nocturnal queen on the brink of assuming her throne.
Less fierce than her spouse but just as cold
like a great steel eye, watching as the strife of this life 
mingles with our nightly tears or 
rips up our sleep with visionary fears.

But there was a moment

in which we could escape the tyranny of those distant spheres.
As one light dwindled and the other dimly shined, 
In that blissful liminality, our corruption was overlaid with the essence of true freedom.
And through that light we saw in each other’s eyes
the soul unshackled