LETTER TO DEAF EYES

Fabrice B. Poussin

Strings flash through the grays above
Chirps die under the fist of pounding storms
While a star shies away from the dark dawn.

Hours of impossible dreams come to a halt
Under the feeble flame of a forgotten lamp
Wild locks wet with flowing pains he aches.

It is a familiar scene of hope and despair
An aura shaped like a shade on wishes falls
upon the letter begun when he could still inhale.

Like blood to the rivers of forgotten slaughters
The ink traces a story upon the velvet sheet
Prolonging the comfort of a refuge found in the alcove.

The future suddenly brighter enlightens the darkish orbs
As his soul screams through the cosmos under the quill
The same eternal plea to echo on to touch its goal.

There is a warm spark titillating deep below
And he smiles for a moment embracing the form
Of the apparition who does not yet know she is.