By: Gabriela Yareliz
houses white under moonlight;
Peace and angst in blend,
golden shadows cast.
The sky is a perfect shade of dark,
a blue so thick it envelopes resignation.
the kind that leaves you breathless
and crying-all at once.
It leaves you gasping for not air,
not peace, not sanity,
just hoping the feeling will drench you.
Glows cast off are what you search for carefully,
you trace the path carefully.
The method like tracing with your fingers on concrete.
There is no air nor aid.
Surrounded but still in solitary stillness.
Terrifying energy whose current travels in veins.
Mysterious words unspoken, only twinkled in the eyes,
treasured in me like a pearl.