Ridges

Ridges

A Poem by SaimaS

I am curious about the rise and fall of ridges. 
How deep, how high are their troughs and crests?
I wonder what you see.
I see bridges. Bridge between skin glass subject.
I see barriers but I don't see what you see.
I don't see the light like you do 
only what is lighted by it
and darkened 
because light creates shadow.
The shade is a barricade between points of view.

I don't feel, I see
that the hues are flat where there are no curves
But the light softens these surfaces.
You feel light. I see it in the way sunlight dances
Round the hairs on your skin. 
You are sculpted, 
carved like the canyon.
I wonder what rivers have eroded you
And what light enlightens those chasms.

Do you feel as I see it?
You are sliver lined.




 

© 2018 SaimaS


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Added on May 23, 2018
Last Updated on May 23, 2018