Cer(l)ebration

 Waking up at an early hour

I found my last night's despair

Smudged in the morning sky.

Hours later,

The mourning sky dries,

Birds are seen again in illustrative patterns.

Pomegranates hang in solitude together

At a distance

like tears about to drop.

The time in between

Writes the memorized night.

And the Universe stands like a mirror.

In days of blindness

I shall leave the despair to dream

and wake up on a stained bed sheet.