Song of the Silent Woods by Sheikha A.

A thousand fireflies flocked
to rest on the moon like a robe

their sweat black like the fur
of a soil cured

the night smelled of the breath
of a death a mile away

the leaves cried against palms
of a keeling whale

would my stay, having lingered
a millisecond longer,

brought the light of your lotus
to the star-pond closer?

Would my hand have caught
in the mouth of the lark?

The selfish pond reflected
the stitches of a jade star;

from it a life came born
from scavenges of the past

my face held down in the glow
of silver amassed

but the spirit of a heart never
rested on cold sand

my immortal thirst across raven
mountains spanned –

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*This poem first appeared at Duane’s PoeTree

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Sheikha A. is from Pakistan and United Arab Emirates. Her work appears in a variety of literary venues, both print and online. She has work upcoming in/with Poetry Repairs, Dreams and Nightmares, Poetry Bay, Cruel Garters, and some others. More about her can be found on sheikha82.wordpress.com