Burnaby, BC, 25 January 2025 – (For many will have tried it shatter, but history is marked and forever remains.)
Like a Placid Bend into the Night By Bella Balisi-Bevilacqua I saw you come in a nightmare. Vanished like a black rose in my dreams. Walked the Earth like a saint of the desert. Webbed like a thought into the night. Like a river streaming in the snow, Ebbing in silence and a through, Revolting with sands amid stones on a harrow, Claiming the sea as a giant sparrow. Darkness seemed your warm embrace, Winds come howling without a trace. Moon fairies dance in gliding grace, Memory subsides like a warrior in Ace. Dropped your hoop in a decadent hole, Calmed the view by the mountain atoll, I switched my thought off with a magic garble, Sweetened my drink with a memory to recall. Flashes and hearts are your tiny armours, Queens and Kings be at your clamour, Spades and flowers align in candour, Numbers and princes cling with ardour. Pharaohs, pyramids, and gypsies. Coliseums, thrones, and gladiators. Vikings, oaks, and lengthy sea voyages. Rajahs, datus, vested banwas. Like a vampire tired of civilizations, You sometimes rest among tombstones. You watch ages break and take forms, Into books’ pages, yodelling homes. You haunt. You rouse. You bow. You echo. Leaves and seasons come and go, Colours and shapes fade and reshow. Life’s choices take a turn, But memories forever urn. In a child’s eyes, you linger, Like the love of God, fair and square. You, of distinct faces and beholden sight, Looks like a placid bend into the night.
(MBB)
