He dreams in white,
a white light stabs the great darkness,
it is but a white stallion
which runs wild over the hills
and flies with great white wings
into the white twinkle of the galaxy,
a beautiful woman with no attire
rides in Godiva fashion upon its back,
the horse’s white mane shields her
from streaks of white hot rocks
randomly bombarding the night sky,
and she rides in search of the sun,
the wayward orb gone beyond its dimension,
and with her sword, gleaming white rays,
she splits the darkness and in halves it falls,
allowing light to shine upon us all.
In whiteness we stand immortal
as darkness dissipates
beyond the universe edge,
and the ragged firmament becomes smoother,
enlightens eternity and the meaning of life,
till he awakes and the clouds still hover.
He must find the sun.
Michael Keshigian from New Hampshire had his twelfth poetry collection, Into The Light, released in April, 2017 by Flutter Press. He has been published in numerous national and international journals recently including The California Quarterly, Red River Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Aji Magazine and has appeared as feature writer in over twenty publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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