Month: March 2024

In a garden of laughter, where joy blooms bright,

Two smiles dance freely in the soft moonlight,

Hyperboles whisper of stars in their eyes,

As they paint the world with colourful lies.

 

A metaphor blossoms, a flower of grace,

Her laughter a melody, a sweet embrace,

Personification lends a gentle hand,

As the night sky whispers, “I understand.”

                     

Consonance echoes through the air they share,

Their bond a symphony beyond compare,

In this garden of laughter, where dreams take flight,

Two smiles illuminate the tranquil night.

 

I open my eyes to the sight of the night sky. Purple and red waves of stars and galaxies lighten the background. I stand to my feet and look around at the black foliage; small lights flicker out from between the leaves of the dark forest. I walk away from the bank of trees towards the edge of the cliff, my feet crushing the film of frost that covers the black grass. A layer of glass runs between where I stand and the world that I see below. I sit on the edge and watch the strange world on the other side. Lights are everywhere, large strange structures reach towards the sky and the people rush toward the top of them as if they don’t know that they can just float toward it. The people yell and scream at each other, covered in the bloodshed of their ancestors. They fear the darkness.but hate the day. I turn my back on that strange place and instead walk through the black forest of this in-between world. The foliage clears and another cliff edge sits there. I place my hand against the cool glass, so close to my home but just out of reach.