In the Sunlight

The blades of grass

Cut yesterday
Still bleed a dewy green

Trickling

Like emerald

 

In the sunlight

Everything is fresh

And raw

Even the wounds

Pulsing furiously

 

No matter the centuries

Closeted—

In the sunlight

Everything is new

 

Even the pangs,

More intense

Hearts more swollen

 

Ghost stories

Bathed with color

Alive,

Floating and dancing

Across a gray ballroom

Light filtering

Through the rose glass windows

 

In the sunlight,

Nothing waits

 

It all accelerates

 

 

Ascending

 

 

So—

Close the curtains

Or blow them open

 

Even dusty cobwebs

Of yesterday's apocalypse

Sparkle

In the sunlight

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

Very Beautifully written O

It's like reading it from a book
with great descriptions and an
amazing flow of words

Great Work O

Orlando M