he wore his strobe light

to precise his own sight

incising surreal

into a savoury byte

 

she wore lightning cloud

it fireworked the shroud

the diaphanous shield

of cataract crowd

 

they met late one noon

not a decade too soon

their time in half life

when lit by half moon

 

they laughingly shied

and together they cried

out relief of their failing

when hopeless they tried

 

synchronisation

endless illumination

their timing instead

fuelled love’s fascination-

 

of dark with the dark

love’s company,

divine spark…