


Posting as part of Cee’s B&W Challenge this week…
black dots skid
across the periphery
of her world
tokens of night
flung into the day
heehaws & gimlets
somber soliloquies
tethered to a midnight
pretense
she has known love, yes
she does know love
silence is sometimes required for the music in my soul
the mish-mash keeps her awake for hours / unseemly dreams, misspent allocations / they haunt her slumber, deride her restfulness // hawk-spirits gliding over harvest wheat / playful souls entwined in a dance of love / yet, she yearns to return to more concrete memories / her strength upholds her // trust sustains her desire / she believes she will thrive, despite the odds / despite all those who seek to devour the only light / she’s ever known
she knows not what she wants
dares to dream with eyes wide open
curtains pushed aside
making way for the sun
on even the cloudiest days
silver trinkets bulging
from every serendipitous pocket
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