Passages
written by: Poet of the Light
Unnuanced time takes a new role
Where I will wade in deepest ends
Dressed in only my naked courage
Walk haphazardly upon murkiness
Breathe imagined water like a fetus
Exploring things etched into stones
That now lays buried near bottoms
Here- there are too many skeletons
Even collections of- might’ve been’s
Amongst many war-torn tragedies
Where love failed to survive enemies
And light wasn’t permitted to shine
Hollow ships still loaded with dreams
And orchard of bittersweet… oranges