The Elves (R 2/14/05)

The key to a darker room comes
Suspicion-less and changed, without
The bottom of the darkling hall:

The interplay of light on
The shadows of light, surrounding
Still the deeper shadows of
The shadowed light, like a canvas that floats

Across the dimming page -- a priming effulgence of bright,
Blue nymphs, dancing around
Their darker and more luxuriant

Shadow selves -- and behind the dance,
In the back of the corridors of time,
Stroking their pointed, beardless chins:
The wicked grins of the elves.

The Elves (O 2/13/05)

The key to a darker room comes
Suspicion-less and changed, without
The bottom of the darkening hall:

The interplay of light on
The shadows of light, surrounding
Still deeper the shadows of
The shadows on light, like the canvas that shadows

The page -- a priming effulgence of bright,
Blue nymphs dancing around
Their darker and more luxuriant

Shadow selves: and behind the dance,
At the foreground of the corridors of time,
Stroking their pointed, beardless chins:
The wicked grins of the elves.