Elaine Elizabeth Belz
SOMNIO UT INTELLIGAM
Day fades, and with it,
the cacophony of sunlight.
Memory bleeds out: thick ink stain.
An invisible hand
scribbles stars across the sky.
A lifetime of study
leaves me helpless
face-to-face with midnight’s sacred texts.
I can only guess
at constellations, postulate apocryphal patterns of light
in night sky’s silent spaces.
Created: Nov 14, 2010sfdetroiter Document Media