Breaking Light I
The remains of the dark
leave an etched purple and white
turning the water
into a storm close to hatching
Stroking imaginary fingers
in different accents
across a slow rumble
crossing the skies
Kidnapping the air
in anticipation
Transforming the sunset
into a hollow warning.
Breaking Light II
Windmills linger
Through the lights
Shaping handprints
In the mist
Sewing answers
To your lips
Plucking mathematics
With each movement
Struggling constantly
To get through the fog
Like a car driving
Through the moors.(More of Jessica's work can be seen at her website http://www.northernscapes.co.uk)
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