“Baby, did you see stars?” she asked me.
“I did when I went to sleep.
There were stars above me;
Stars stuck to the ceiling.”
such artistry
My neighbor, she must have known
that the darkness attacks when I am alone.
I guess my songs carried to the upper floors;
My fearful whimpers slipped under my front door.
i’m sorry
It was the night before last.
My heart was beating too fast.
But unlike the nights before
the darkness did not come for war.
what a sweet surprise
A galaxy of constellations!
A quiet affirmation
that the light was not gone
(forever).
Now I could sing a new song.
A melody of glittering lights,
and then my fears took flight
back into the black.
Phosphorescent plastic —
something so simple
from a heart so full
of joy, joy that shines bright,
could change my life in a single night.
thank you
// 04.02.16 //
