Black Sunshine by Manas MokshaBlack sun shines
into eyes filled
with a salty film
a glaze that only now distorts
years of long-lasted laughter.
The misty Hampshire air,
smelling of cloves and freshly toiled earth
fill our lungs
in a bellow of smoke exhaled in a sigh.
Our fleeting breath
reaches deep
within the blanketed sacs of air
sadly woken from hibernated slumber.
Speechless thunder scratches
throats desiccated and soar.
Sweetly flowing tears
fall off dying leaves
like fading colors in autumn trees.
Fear whispers in the wind
muffling our already distant memories
and rapes us
of what would be could be,
should have been should have done experiences.
All that is left
are surreal moments of time
that order themselves in a storybook life remembered.
Premature death stands before us
in the wake of our immortal storm of youth
Abruptly awaken from our dream
where the moon and sun sustained an ineffable light
that was visible in the back of our eyes
Black sunshine.
11/01/2001 Author's Note: In memory of Paul Scribner.
Posted on 11/01/2001 Copyright © 2024 Manas Moksha
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