Nights distant in time, so long it seemed they were eternal,
endlessly spreading their darkness,
not knowing that scheduled, at dawn,
was a new day, a new sun, renewed hope.
Ghosts, diseases, afflictions, with valid and stamped passports,
like sinister nocturnal animals loosed adrift,
swarmed from house to house and soul to soul,
making villainous and sordid harvest for soulless lords.
Our parents and ancestors surpassed so hopeless nights,
and today, free and forgotten of horrendous nightmares,
we dance and sing,
boasting and toasting in life’s feast,
throwing to the skies sound and honest a laughter.
Published in Purple Fire Publications, Oct. 13, 2018.
Published in Tree House Arts, Feb 20, 2019