Imitating W. B. Yeats

In the darkness

Silence cracks

And breaks

Into a dozen of sparkles

Bright crimson sparkles

You couldn’t notice

And I couldn’t help

but notice

That of all things

You could do by yourself

You’re only incapable

Of noticing those sparkles

And then

An unbreakable

Unpromising darkness

Blinks.

Lights.

Melts.