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The snow falls.
I look out into the black trees
frozen in place, and in the
sky your presence creates dark lines
where a fire rumbles
and the stars are engulfed.
Your presence that does not exist.
Because if I look in red-painted
canyons and watery walls of
silver hues, you are not there.
Because if I look at every
glimpse of blackness in a crowd,
every glance that can cut through diamond,
you are not there.
Petals fall.
I look out into the sugar-flavoured world,
waiting for an answer from the skies,
the skies where I can barely imagine you,
as where there is light,
you cannot be.
And if you were, I would flow out
in a flurry of purple creation.
But if I look at my ancient words,
past the desperate call to a raven,
past the freezing and cracking of my heart,
I cannot hear your presence.
And if I pry apart the borders
of the square in which I used to reside,
if I look towards where I was born,
I cannot see your presence.
Nothing falls. All stays.
And in the slow burning of my skin,
my eyes search in vain for the night.
Your night.
Without it, how could I ever find you?
The leaves fall.
I barely notice, trying to find the way out
of the depths of my mind, my tears falling slowly.
Green imagination, blue gods, red conversations, white messiah –
all destroyed. But none can compete
with your holy blackness.
A blackness I cannot find.
For if I look at the memory
of a frozen oasis,
a perfectly ruined palace, and
see you,
I still know not where you are.
And even if I pray,
my hands splayed out in invitation,
you will not come.
The snow falls.
Maybe this night I will find you.
- Title: Darkness
- Artist: Atheshya
- Description: This is for Shaira.
- Date: 05/15/2010
- Tags: darknessgodshairashaniaivana
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- lollipopsy - 05/04/2012
- I'm going to give you a 2, mostly because you're the first person I've seen who spell-checked.
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