Once Upon a Fog
I strolled about a foggy nightmare
when fireflies uncovered their wisdom,
and scarce light radiated belief
in the moon.
Then I too believed in the moon,
for its color pervaded the air,
and it sat on the body of a cherry tree,
that night.
That night, the stars bowed their heads,
and seated themselves above my street.
They glowed, watching passer-by me...
I hid my eyes.
I hid my eyes from the nightmare.
Suns never after descended to shine
in my fog, for my dream was the tragedy
that made godly street lights weep.
T A R N D A I
Ruxandra Duca, FIND THE PUZZLE!, 05.10.2014
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