Scar-Dust

I will break the gloom to bits,

and scatter the shards in daylight,

then a cloud will resemble the

night sky, specs of shine and shadow,

a sliver moon will mirror

my smiling face as I rest within quiet,

and old pain dissolves to scar-dust, it

flutters easy along the breeze,

shimmering soft, pulsing

to the rhythm of my beating chest.

and I'll walk beneath an archway

that bends along a route to the

beautiful center of nowhere.

and despondency will fade to glass

when I count how many stars

are freckled upon her skin, an orchestra

of constellations, dots of light

piercing the absence of the sun.

and I will breathe out from the deep

with eyes rested shut and behold

for the first time, the nature of peace.