Carnevale

A sliding slither of light
slowly slips seductively
through the shadows,
Slicing the dull darkened-ness,
Penetrating the pools of diminished hues
With bright abandon.
Brilliance
Creeps into the room
Across
Two lovers lying languid,
Lulled by love,
Long limbs interlaced.
Little knowing that
From their knowing
Flows growing,
Glowing embers
Melting flint and stone,
Curing bones
With hope sown,
In deepening tones.
'Til one day fully grown,
With primal moans
Wrapped in cloths.
Here but not seen,
Not clear yet but clean.

A collaboration with composer Thomas Bell. Music: ‘Carnevale’ by Thomas Bell, Animation by Phil Dunn.