Stars Shined Down

With the subtlest touch I hold the yet to unfurl answer to your yet to be asked inquisition. So please look here and not in the voices that whisper along with the playful breeze, not in the gentle streaks of the dusky colors of the night. Look here instead where flashes of hope endures in…

If I speak not in straight words Or if I hide underneath metaphors, Shaking behind similes and ironies, Or if I cloak myself with the security – ironic insecurity- of this diary, Understand and be patient with me. If I run into this labyrinth Of syllables with towering hedges And ghastly flowering thorns, Or if…

Fleeting, ever-falling, it must have been At that time, in that place now frozen, That forever was a breath that can be seen And felt, like a caress – but it only lasted then. Lambent and dazing were each whisper, Each brittle fragment like hope – starshine – Yet now there’s just the last faint…

Beneath the glorious tapestry of colorful words, Too colorful at times that it almost becomes blinding, The vibrant hues mute a few tears, a dash of fears. And underneath the underneath, there could be someone, Wishing, maybe hoping, that her wings would grow To be as beautiful as her spun Technicolor words. From the uniform…