In the night
a half-light came –
bearing offerings:
some kissed by fire,
others raw,
still waiting for flame.
She placed them before me
and slipped away
into another chamber.
The door swallowed her –
but when I touched it
the lock surrendered.
The scene dissolved.
Young ones appeared,
long shadowed by confusion.
We watched a game
that played without end
until they rose –
drawn by a hidden thread –
and opened a drawer.
Inside, pale blocks of waiting power.
They pressed the switches:
light bloomed in their hands.
They placed the lights back,
quietly changed,
and walked away
carrying something
I could not see.
A witness sat with me,
silent,
steady as stone.
Then –
a voice without a face
rose and spoke,
cutting through the air:
“She was only defending
her sister.”
I was not there
yet the words
stood in my place –
and the air cleared
like sky after storm.
I woke knowing:
locks will yield,
hidden things will blaze,
and even in silence
I am defended.
Yikes. The ambivalence of this is where good literature should lead one. Your typing fingers fall as effortlessly as snow onto the keyboard.
Thank you so much, Ghosteen. I’m glad the poem gave you that sense of ambivalence; that’s exactly what I was hoping to convey. You have a beautiful way with words, and I truly appreciate your insight.
A surrealistic journey of assurance and faith. I like it.
Thank you, Tim. I can’t think of a better way to put it. “A surrealistic journey of assurance and faith” truly captures the feeling I had when I wrote it. I’m glad that came through.
hello dearest poet I love the message you received it is beautifully written ❤️
Dearest Crimsin,
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say. I do feel the message in this dream so strongly. It brought a lot of comfort, especially since it touched on something that had been troubling me for a while.
It’s a powerful feeling to know there’s a force or even a divine intervention that will be our advocate, even if we’re not there to witness it.
Beautifully penned, Roma. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much, Damian. I really appreciate you taking the time to read it and for your kind words. It means a lot.
Sweet Sisters
Thank you so much, Jim. “Sweet Sisters” means everything, as the poem is indeed rooted in the unseen bonds and protective love between us.
I’m truly happy to hear it resonates with so many readers. I think at its core, the message of trusting your inner-light is something we all need to carry. I appreciate your kind words!
Trippy, peaceful, cosmic. A magical journey here. Nicely executed.
I appreciate that! This poem began as a strange, trippy dream that stuck with me, so I’m glad it translated into a magical journey for you. It was a release to write it, and I ultimately found meaning and comfort in it -a message about trusting our inner-light and finding peace.