ADELA SINCLAIR

POEM OF THE DAY

 

Nuit Blanche

A.S.

 

We tell each other everything
As if sunrise were a thief. 
Immaculate in its plan
To vulture us to sleep. 
Before the night is out
What we hold onto is untold,
No secrets, but a cover for the cold,
Passed on through our blood,
What unites us has no bounds. 
If the sky would fall or
Break at the seams before its time,
We’d be sure to sail into the atmosphere 
With a purpose in mind. 
As we become stars and then collapse,
The universe will blow our fairy dust 
To share 
What we held onto and did not trust
To tell,
but to each other.