Last Witness

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Luís Perdigão on Unsplash

Forgotten tongues
Go missing somewhere,
Last witnessed by jungled eyes.
You, who were to tired
To steady your heartbeat,
Miss witness the symmetry in madness
and Form.
The rythmic tremble of memories
Not seen by my life
But by others,
Revealed in whisps and dreams,
That move willows to sway
In black boughed shivers
and unwindings.
It will take you a long while
To see the dawn
Where the night is apparent,
The relevance of light,
In the darkened pools and shadows.