Is there a story
Stacked
In the
Tangled fiery
Vines
That creep onto the
Diamond shelves of this
Circling mass of dreams?
We landed
In our finely woven
Fiber
Gowns,
Broke down
What it breathed out
To make air for
Us, and we
Searched for
Hope.
Fiery tails, a
Golden halo, something
Stared at us,
Felt something
We did not know. Then it
Flew away into
That forest of
Unknown words,
Watched, decided, and
Spoke.
And we stood,
Wondering,
Scared, until a
Sparkling ball
Of awe
Drowned us in
A sea of fire that
Grew into a creature
That did not care
Just like
Space and
Time.
About the Author
Fariel Shafee studied physics. However, she loves to write and paint. Her poems have been published by Parabnormal, Eccentric Orbits 5, SpecPo Verse, etc.
