night journey
June 4, 2020shadows rushing in dark gardens,
a breathless fall into abysmal waiting;
scent of blood and rotten apples in the air;
my father’s ghost rides a spider-horse
and pierces the night with a shimmering arrow;
his eyes are closed but his purple lips move:
“we must dissent from apathy,
we must dissent from fear,” he whispers
into the white cups of the lilies;
roses tremble, starlings fall from the sky,
butterflies melt on the cold leaves.
a sinkhole opens at my feet.
“forgive my transgression -
shadows must not speak,” he repents
under the bloated moon.
road of no return, receive my father
the pale, the restless, the brave.
if only he knew! they never saw me;
they only saw what i can do for them;
father, i am afraid no more.