You see, light can be a scary thing.
It reveals something you won’t confront
by the mirror. You won’t by your shadows.
This ceiling, will you know how far
I have travelled without moving?
Beyond which my eyes can see.
The mind wanders alone. Come
closer by my bedside.
I’ll whisper something, a story.
Like a baby crying at mother’s
giving birth. Hear the sound
of the first rain after a drought
and how it falls on the parched
earth. A seed hibernates too long
through the darkness, alive.
Set free with its fragile arms
embracing the sky.
Will you tell me the truth?
Have you seen the surging ocean
drowning you out of the blue.
Have you felt something taking
root beneath you, peace.
Lullabye of the mermaid
lulling you to sleep
and believe in love
like the shooting stars.
Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
