Images Poem by Sayaa Uchii

Time holds on, hanging pieces of light in the branch of hope
darkness loses his glasses, tumbling on a stool
unable to wake us up, and
only that sparkle that spilled on the floor
brings life back together again.

Once done, no one cries over it
it can't fly up high, even with Apollo taking part
sounds fragmented, layers of spectres; infras and ultras
puzzled crystalline, hanging beneath the curve,
holding vast source of imagination,
voices, colours, rays of light, sparks of wit.

Curves, reflected on white
colourless and pure, infant of terror
eternally forming and changing, timeless
and out of sphere, the power of the invisible,
light, Ariel oscillating, waves crashing against
another, wave reflecting summer rays,
golden and locked, shimmering under Zephyr breeze.

Speckles of yellow swathing around anthers
lay on layers of linen, a touch of velvet,
swaying under floral scent, a garment of eternity,
bother those Sylphs, new born and fainted,
motionless and rocked upon to the sea shore.