Astral Darkness

The last hour lies down in mid-winter’s gully a frosted string of light spooled into dark stitched into fantasy Flying birds gather the city in their wings Ah, to love birds and their flights to love the moon’s obsession to love the softness of light in stained glass windows Still glowing a bit from daylight I turn into evening Thus in the astral darkness a figment of ghosts bobbing their heads Between rain and clouds a cool breath opens the uneasy sky a spindle of dust leaps from the ground Ah, all of this magic seen with my human eyes is everything I believe everything I stir and drink O eager child kindled fire of youth bare heart of zeal I stretch my imagination to little boy impressions I believe in fairy dust so that I can exist, so that fairies can exist, so that fairies are here, always and never frightened ---------------------------------------- from my Fairy Tale chapbook-in-progress ©dah / dahlusion 2016 all rights reserved "Astral Darkness" was first published in 'Liquid Imagination' a creative writing journal