Unfiltered

There were nights
when starlight seeped through
a tiny crevasse

and that was all I could savor

besides an occasional passing firefly
with his wings unfurled
awaiting such a deprived soul as me
to fling his secret sprinkling onto

and watch the darkness seep through
walls of existence
like a shred of gold pierces sadness
so an ounce of joy can wander in,
unsuspected.

I saw the future in his feathers
and hope sprang from a seed
into bouquets of lilacs
curled around tresses of angel hair
until music and me were entwined

almost like a symphony of nothing
but unfiltered strands of morning

and all I could do was watch as it sang.

~

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