Luis Borba

we await the darkness and quickly light the candles hopeful for daylight ...

another year gone we pass into the future the clock keeps ticking ...

on the holy hills blessed to find the blue sky lifting our wings high ...

eliminated vanished from this hollow earth reincarnated ...

every drop of rain creates a river that flows an ocean of tears ...

the hammer of time it builds and it destroys hammers also break ...

morning darkness fades black ink washed away by light animals stirring ...

the cold bitter night plumbs the depths of my soul and turns me silent ...

there is a death seed placed into the soil it grows －from death a rebirth ...

i dream of dark storms perched on pallisades of clouds watching darkness rise ...

i chase the grey clouds with the moonlight to lead me followed by the rain ...

in the morning cold i watch the coffin descend the winter ground gapes ...

i lie in this bed fighting this bullshit covid bring me a biscuit ...

morning awakes the cat stirs, wakes, and stretches another hunt starts ...

the dying of light one last breath taken tonight a new day will come ...