1
A dark day looms over me here.
Summer haze blazes
to my chiaroscuro eye.
Half possessed
by my own dissonance,
I open to a sunrise
and make my way
in broken music
or I will die.
2
Give me no surprise,
no small, close lies.
Make me, lords above,
into one last simple thing
time cannot overcome.
A dream I dreamed:
a blood red flower blooming.
In the dark,
I rose
unintended.
3
I see the light in my eyes
and the darkling dream
in the tree beyond the plain.
I glimpse it
and it vanishes
into dusklight,
into a night
held by remembrance.
4
I waver above a new fire,
counting will-o'-wisp flickers:
how light grows,
dies,
wavers,
flickers.
It dances on the wall
where I wait.
I bid my being well.
In the air I see
how slowly dark encroaches,
how light
waits
in silence.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
1
A dark day looms over me here.
Summer haze blazes
to my chiaroscuro eye.
Half possessed
by my own dissonance,
I open to a sunrise
and make my way
in broken music
or I will die.
2
Give me no surprise,
no small, close lies.
Make me, lords above,
into one last simple thing
time cannot overcome.
A dream I dreamed:
a blood red flower blooming.
In the dark,
I rose
unintended.
3
I see the light in my eyes
and the darkling dream
in the tree beyond the plain.
I glimpse it
and it vanishes
into dusklight,
into a night
held by remembrance.
4
I waver above a new fire,
counting will-o'-wisp flickers:
how light grows,
dies,
wavers,
flickers.
It dances on the wall
where I wait.
I bid my being well.
In the air I see
how slowly dark encroaches,
how light
waits
in silence.
