there will be many more
the sun, westwardβ to December; taking the red leaves and autumn with her. the streets; glassy and lifeless like a drunken regard. so you see nowβ the moon and the stars; those incalculable wounds of light that never stop bleeding into tomorrow. i; who has twilight for blood. you; who are only one species of breath away from me. you will want to take the world apartβ donβt; you will want to put it back togetherβ yes; there will be many more poets because of this.
βthose incalculable wounds of light
that never stop bleeding
into tomorrow.β
What an image. I had to stop and read those lines again. Darkness and hope somehow occupying the same sky... loved that.
Lyrical. Haunting. Beautiful. I'M SUBSCRIBING!
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteriesβatmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
I like your work; it always makes me think. The kind of thinking that requires a long pause and a gaze toward the heavens. As always, well done.