By Caroline Liberatore (Rated G)
I lie awake; I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop
awaiting the whisper of dawn to caress
the vacant charcoal peaks, asleep.
I lie awake; I am faithful to anticipate
a melodic eclipse to echo through.
Seeds of euphony reverberate in my syrinx,
aching to yield a composer’s harvest. I lie awake;
constellations dissolve into a crystalline palette,
indigo into amethyst, amethyst into rose. I am held
in stillness. My wings are contented under flyaway
clouds, for their contours are consecrated promises.
I lie awake; I shall not fear
as I wait.