Midnight Flight of the Poetry Angels
Poem referenced on Grits.com interview with Marlive Harris, Luther E. Vann, and Aberjhani.
“It was a savage scene, and we
stayed there for a long time, watching life feed on itself, the silence
interrupted only by the crack of bone or the rush of wind, or the hard thump of
a vulture’s wings as it strained to lift itself into the current, until it
finally found the higher air and those long and graceful wings became
motionless and still like the rest.”
––Barack Obama, Dreams from My Father
What once was blood streaks
your face with indigo tears
and lush midnight tunes.
Holding silver hands,
you compose a Tao of art
that heals broken wings.
Lips glow violet,
open to reveal tongues bright
with pearl metaphors.
A speckled halo
handcuffs the world’s best liars
to soft dark passions.
Music’s sweet labors
give birth to a springtime rush
of sighs rippling dreams.
Out of your mouth rhymes
blossom like warm paradigms
already in flight.
Golden, your songs,
and noble; spinning stars on
their axis of love.
On faith’s battered back
calm eyes etch prayers that cool
a nation’s hot rage.
Inside these scarred hearts
genius flows incandescent
waves of truth made real.
Hope drowned in shadows
emerges fiercely splendid––
boldly angelic.
by Aberjhani
author of ELEMENTAL The Power of Illuminated Love