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
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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
Copyright © Dah Dahlusion | Year Posted 2016
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