Invisible
imagining it must be raining
There is darkness inside these clouds
I have come to know this feeling
this obscured emptiness
All night there is nothing
but my breathing
and there is a nebulous deaththat happens between breaths
The sky bends around me
touches the trees
and knifes its way between the branches
I stand in the cold air
as a child stands in winter’s whisper
snow angels freshly painted
and pinned to the ground
It seems that there is still
something
that I need to say
to support this melancholy
to bear witness to the sorrow
the world owns
Could this darkness be a god
that takes me to the other side
where what’s left is
invisible
Tonight the moon is unseen by
its own absence
How many more thoughts
must I make
to understand the entire world
to understand the grief of some
the joy of others
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This poem was first published in ‘Acumen’ Issue 84 (United Kingdom)
From my fourth book 'The Translator'
published by 'Transcendent Zero Press' 2015
©dah / dahlusion 2014
all rights reserved
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