RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Wandering in the dark,
Disorientating blackness,
Trying to find solstice,
Empty faces stare out,
Blank expressions under my fingers,
Searching in the dark,
Lost.
I look to the stars, and
The sky seems to have
Fallen upon my head, yet
The fire’s flames burn black,
Death stars heat warms my
Hands, but leaves me cold.
Tripping I fall, on to the
Hard ground, feels like steps,
Cold, hard, smooth climbing steps.
Cautiously I scramble upwards,
Until I reach for the next stair,
And I find the concrete plateau.
Children’s laughter reverberates through
My mind, so loud and vivid.
I hear clinking, rolling together, crashing?
Not far, I stand and walk nervously,
Reaching for familiarity,
Following the sound.
I hear cheers, every chinking crash,
Curiosity grows.
Finally I find them, they sit silent,
While I feel my way around their games.
A ring set in the ground; marbles?
I lift a marble, the texture is wrong,
Slightly wet, soft, moving?
Suddenly I realise, these are not marbles,
No. These are the objects I lost before
I was grown. I hold my eyes in my hands
Disorientating blackness,
Trying to find solstice,
Empty faces stare out,
Blank expressions under my fingers,
Searching in the dark,
Lost.
I look to the stars, and
The sky seems to have
Fallen upon my head, yet
The fire’s flames burn black,
Death stars heat warms my
Hands, but leaves me cold.
Tripping I fall, on to the
Hard ground, feels like steps,
Cold, hard, smooth climbing steps.
Cautiously I scramble upwards,
Until I reach for the next stair,
And I find the concrete plateau.
Children’s laughter reverberates through
My mind, so loud and vivid.
I hear clinking, rolling together, crashing?
Not far, I stand and walk nervously,
Reaching for familiarity,
Following the sound.
I hear cheers, every chinking crash,
Curiosity grows.
Finally I find them, they sit silent,
While I feel my way around their games.
A ring set in the ground; marbles?
I lift a marble, the texture is wrong,
Slightly wet, soft, moving?
Suddenly I realise, these are not marbles,
No. These are the objects I lost before
I was grown. I hold my eyes in my hands
