Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

Laala Kashef Algahta

Stardust glimmers patterns
of eternity along a moonlit sky,
falling in loops and curves
at my feet, fearing seclusion.

The night turns ashes of grey,
colour failing this, the ceiling
of our thought, the moon
a crescent bubbling behind
the charcoal clouds.

Hope flees this battle scene,
joy runs fast on its heel
as despair murmurs, blowing
softly on my mind.