Nights distant in time, so long it seemed they were eternal,
endlessly spreading their darkness,
unaware that it was scheduled, at dawn,
a new day, renewed hope, to redeem us
from such a cruel fate.
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 harvests 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.
http://www.purplefirepublications.ca
Published in Tree House Arts, Feb 20, 2019
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