forget the disappointing daylight and that job that destroys your soul flip up your only window and wait for the night to roll you out onto the anonymity of city streets where darkness and neon lights offer you their midnight bargains where you can move, breathe and run freedom in the coolness that shadows bring redemption by the crowd for all you've done not a child of darkness but it's welcomed denizen
come with me to the river's edge among the armour stone and stunted trees at nightfall when it's darkest there listen to the long ships sailing to oceans and to river ports their props and horns a Symphony to we strays that wait for saviours on river edges promising salvation without condition or comitment
i call down darkness to cover me in its understanding with cold caresses cover me sing me raven lullabyes under clouds of black tresses as blankets for my own there to sleep, dreamless the setting moon as witness to the rising of my soul
in his full youth and alone before the grave that waited he journeyed fields where bent light revealed grace and peace of summer storms became a voyeur to the spaces inhabited by animals and man touched their gods in their devotion discovered new consciousness and took delight in their sensualities a purity and vulnerability in their seduction of their ceremonies to appease the constellations bodies painted with brightness their souls in dancing frenzy that touched the memory of time and he in their fluidity could only stand transfixed haunted in their surrender unable by birth or nurture or dogma to meld into the unfolding spectacle of man and God and space itself as the limitless sky caressed the processions with the light of the appeased constellations finally in surrender, enchanted limbs in movement in mad laughter into the world of ghosts and gods in the fog of smoke and scents and gestures he was touched by the exquisite awakening into the necessary world his journey into new origins beginning
Joseph A. Farina is a retired lawyer in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. drawing from his profession and his Sicilian Canadian back round, he is an internationally award-winning poet. Several of his poems have been published in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, The Wild Word, The Chamber Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Ascent, Subterranean Blue, and in The Tower Poetry Magazine, Inscribed, The Windsor Review, Boxcar Poetry Revue, and appears in many anthologies including Sweet Lemons: Writings with a Sicilian Accent, Canadian Italians at Table, Witness from Serengeti Press and Tamaracks: Canadian Poetry for the 21st Century. He has had poems published in the U.S. magazines Mobius, Pyramid Arts, Arabesques, Fiele-Festa, and Philadelphia Poets. He has had two books of poetry published—The Cancer Chronicles and The Ghosts of Water Street.
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