Of stars and glory.


Sorrows sweep o’er the grassy plains
And the summer unfolds,
In a ferocity so surreptitious
Like a rattlesnake among the bushes
Lost in a daze of pursuit.
Yonder the zephyr
Twists and turns in immaculate
A pacifier of a cold night;
Wrath of the day.
When the sun rests beneath
The saffron horizons,
The world awakens
To an untold dream
Of stars and glory.


The day wears off
Summoning the dusk
With its smell of wilted
And a hue of orange
That paints us all
In its loving embrace.

Child of dreams

It lay there
Among the debris
Of yesterday;
Breathing heavily with
Tightly shut eyes,
Cold and forgotten.

A pile of white
Shrouded hastily neat.
A thin layer of flannel
Obscuring its limp body
In a trashed mould.

A cry rose into the night
Stirring the impregnated silence;
Leaves shook, twigs broke free,
Rivers ceased flowing,
Chaos grew like the west winds.

Subtle as the night sky,
The brown skin glowed,
And the folks paid heed.
They rubbed its tiny feet
And kissed it clean,
Naming it: ‘The child of dreams’.

Song of my soul

I heard the chickadees
Sing a merry song
Intertwined with
The one that was
Already playing in my soul.
– Varina

Downing sorrows

I downed another glass of the white glistening liquid. The world around me seemed to sway with my rhythm. Like a dream I’d imagined long past this day. My fingers felt the wedding band that embraced my ring finger. It felt cold like my life. She had betrayed me for a man she’d met at a club. I felt smothered with my own emotions. The inebriation had reached my head. I counted my feelings one by one.
The bartender had now found another tipsy customer to deal with. I closed my eyes and downed another glass of the drink.

The silent rhythm

The curtains flow
In response to a blowing wind
Overlapping the folds
Ducking beneath each other
Swaying merrily
And unfolding an exquisite
Paisley dream.
Inebriated with the silent rhythm,
I summon a good night’s sleep.

Night sky

Solemn stars in the night sky
Like a dotted dream
On a stretch of azure;
Creamy overcast.
A sparkle of young grey
On the horizons
Merging with the mainstream
In a fit of frenzy.
Yonder, I see the bolt
Of electric blue;
In a fleeting second, it’s gone
And replaced
With the pouring staccato
Of rainfall on my roof.

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