Poetry : Edge of the Year

Edge of the Year

It was a crazy summer
The winds raged with bared teeth
And the clouds were crying

Bite marks and tear drops
Drowned and consumed the streets
And there I was, finding refuge and warmth
Tracing infinity in the mouth
Of a warm cup, black
Like the absence of sugar in my life

A crazy summer
And yet like all things once whole and sane
There was a lucidness,
A brief spark of sanity in the dark
A sharp glance from the afternoon sun
Cutting through the crowds of the clouds
And it found me.

How long is a lifetime?
Is it encased in the shell of solitary seconds
Exploding one after the other till the air
Is filled with blossoms from newly sprouted flowers?

I left the cup empty
And walked through the streets of life
Navigating with the stars
My hands mine and yet belonging to someone else

And we talked about the births
That always happen while so many are dying
And of how beautiful it was to be
Trapped between them.

Until
Amidst the persistence of the stars
Mortals such as you and I could not deny
The night that was now holding us.

From summer, I am now here
At the edge of the year
And the days are like nights
The stars with whom I navigate
Burn themselves from within.