Shredding Dawn
I was on the road yesterday and the clouds formed a storm. I took a turn and there, a scenery appeared. Far on the horizon, hidden behind the jagged concrete jungle buildings, the sun was descending..
I gaze upon the sinking sun on the horizon.
The tender relief of a hard working day flies in.
A breeze flew past my skin—shudder before strange thoughts.
Will this night swallow me whole? Or will the storm draw me in?
Eternal night
Sun, Sky, Storm—let me know
Will the road stay the same?
Will the game keep being lame?
Will the struggles remain unchanged?
Where is true spark but when the city is quiet—
When the night whispers to the dream.
Imaginerium
I dream. I see. I’ve lived there.
Everynight.
Where body isn’t bothered by fatigue
Where smell are fainted reminder of distant past
Where the ghosts haunt long enough to make new memory
Tears wept away. Breath hidden
I curse and bless and walk the footprint of old wounds bleeding
In search for revelation; but only find a human
Sinking in eternal night
.
.
.
Tender appear
A fairy flower
Dark night isn’t alone, but a theater
Of never ending wonder.
I dream of the beaches. I dream of the mountains. I dream of the city unseen.
And I dream of people unknown—
Living their lives like my clones.
No!
They deserve better than characters,
better than foragers.
The sun rises, shredding red at the dark horizon.
And I,
wake up.
Darker poems.
Stirring and beautiful. 🌅
This is beautiful Hai. You captured that surreal feeling of dreams so well.