These Clouds....

By Revon Dias

These clouds…

Amidst these dark clouds I see Hope; fledging through the wrinkled pits of an old-eyed spark, Gleaming like a river On the dry soil he sits.

Then flashes the light Which with all its might Opens the heavens with a roar To see a great sight.

A being pours nectar; from the brass pit of air A cleavage opens, it gushes, moistens the man Clearing from his face the mud of tan and blowing breezes like under the wings of a swan.

I sense rejuvenation, something poking at my feet; With inquisitive frowns, I stare the ground Just to see buds blooming in every street. This is the place where heaven and hell meet.

Amidst the spray of joy I sense, Tears; opening out pages of fate She made us our hope Smoke and garbage we called our mate It hurts when you love so hard, and get ignored hard n straight.

But finally, then, I feel the seventh calm I sense the joy and happiness as always; but now with a closed palm, Never asking for love as an alm.

Then again some other eve, some other morn; with a smile on my face and bruises on my back I live again, from every crevasse and every crack, some intimate feelings, amidst these clouds.

By Revon Dias