This Eventful Night

“It is the dark of the dead
of the night,
and it shines
like a glimmer
upon my skin.

It is the moon
of despair,
and it dances
like a daffodil
upon my soul.

It is the hour
inexplicable in words,
and the question…
It glows like a jugnoo (firefly)
over my silent heart.

The fire has been lit.
I stand remade,
in the dark of the dead
of this eventful night.”

  • Koni.
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