by Alisa Velaj
Is darkness blasphemy or is blasphemy darkness, my Lord?
The slumberman nigh verdures is long past wake-up time.
The Dusk's Monk lights anew a last candle amid the woods.
The slumberman, blind to verdures,
feels the candle warmth through the hollow and stays mum...
The dead man nigh autumn was covered by lunar leaves
and the pale light dripping from the sleepy woods.
Someone sings a tune of longing,
forsaken by the wind amid bare branches.
A smell of oblivion among trees
and a decay of confessions untold beyond life.
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Author's Note: The phrase "The Dusk's Monk" is borrowed from the poet Ilir Belliu.
Alisa Velaj has been shortlisted for the Erbacce-Press Poetry Award in 2014. Her poems have appeared in more than ninety journals and magazines worldwide. Velaj's poetry collection With No Sweat At All will be published by Červená Barva Press in 2019, while another poetry collection, Dreams, will be published by Cyberwit Press during the summer of 2019.