Fourteen Block Letters...

The light bulb hung,

fighting at the night,

loosing only but it's immediate surrounds.

It's nervous,

And the shadows it casts jitter anxiously.

They fidget at the edge of the light,

The bulb turns it back and swings,

and darkness invades it's arc.

Only to be forced back on it's return,

And so the pendulum battle continues.

Beyond the concrete tunnel I have entered,

past the nervous shadows,

and to the left,

there is a room.

It's numbered door hides it's purpose,

and awkwardly reaches for an identity.

This is my place,

and this is my battle field.

Behind it's staring mirrored window,

confined by a binary stream,

My heart has rested,

and a prize it has found.

Bring me those shadows,

and I will ignite them.

The force of my will powers that swinging bulb.

I've seen my alter,

And know my path.

Ask me your questions,

and scribble on your paper.

Those ticks and crosses fall at my feet,

and cobble my path.

I walk and nothing changes,

now,

I know,

I Love,

Full stop.

Down that passage,

Past all the other doors I've ventured.

This one holds me.

It's paint has bowed to the lashings of time,

flaking off, and showing bare wood.

It limps open when pushed.

Yet it proudly displays it's number,

Individually on metal block letters it reads

Lifë.

This one is a mystery, It is laden with meaning, but I'm going to keep the mystery, it mine to have. Read the words, and read between them, you can have whatever you come up with, but the original mystery is mine. Fourteen block letters spell out my heart...

©2010 Sean Tuckey