She steps into the night
In her office-induced slumber.
Passive from city numbers.
Mundane by nine to five.
She trudges down the subway
In deep autumn twilight.
The tunnel's end is bright.
A dawn of majestic rays.
A phoenix of galactic colour
At the zenith of luminance.
Brightest neon in the universe.
Ash reborn as wonder.
Glimmering glass, limitless sky
An outage could shatter and shard.
Bleak fear for the scarcity of stars.
And below, the city would lie.
The futuristic fingerprint
Of multicellular connection.
Her panoramic reflection
On the superstructural tint
Of manicured onyx and stability
That feels like illusion.
Lost in the bidaily diffusion
And November tranquillity.
But now she's lost in the sight
Of its blossoming fluorescence.
Otherworldly as the crescent
Waxing softly tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Celestial
PoetryThis is my debut collection based around the theme of hope and overcoming difficulties. It includes many of my first individual publications, competition winners, and some that have never previously been published. Hope you like it :)
