How Can I Unsee Rage And Fear
~ refuge in rare moments ~
There are nights, I swear,
when I can feel dew falling on the world.
Blinded night skies shimmer with clarity then,
starlight rains down like
limpid rainbows on
purple shadows, and lost
fireflies weave
a phosphorescent net of
blue-green lights
around slumbering forms,
while a silence washed in crystal holds us close.
As a forgotten sleep soughs
against the consciousness,
I almost forget;
we have fallen from grace…
And then there are days
when opaque skies sublimate into
iridescent cerulean,
clouds turn salmon pink
at sunset and look like mustangs at play…
As it comes upon me
with satin stealth,
a polished moon drags my
soul along into night’s
palace and sits like an
emperor clothed in
benevolence.
I melt into its argentine eye
and fleetingly unsee
fear and rage…
Farida Haque
Tre L. Loadholt Kathi Connor Connie Song Thomas Gaudex LB Jk Mansi
