i need to become the light. not the bright, glaring light of mid-day. not the colored hues that come just before light fades... i need to become the hue that's richest, fullest- full of reds and golds and emphemeral shots of the fullness of being. there is a time when the fruit of love is ripe- i just need to be by the tree, ready when it's right to pick. if it's fallen by my feet, then it's past the time when i would think of biting into the flesh. but when it's just right, i can feel the firm flesh give way to something sweeter, jucier, redder, golder, greener than anything in my basket before. flecks of juice dot the corners of my mouth as i eat the radiance that time and light and air have brought. it is then that i feel the seeds of forever settle into my being.