I count
droplets as white noise
hammers
upon my nerves,
a breath alone
measures false sense of security
and emptiness
of a desecrated black sky.
Perhaps
hope is hiding
where the naked eye can’t possibly reach.
Delirium
as though an elixir promising youth
is a dark dance
of an insatiable body, soul, heart
and mind.

 

Photo credits: Bizarre pictures show 19th century

Posted for ‘Camera Flash 55’ @ Real Toads 

also on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United