Apocálypsis

the uncovering of what one could not see before-

a path out of the darkness.

 

rarely have i seen a gift

such as your eyes of indigo

that see the kindness of the world

and turn a wasteland into fertile ground.

 

rarely have i known a darkness

that does not bare within

the discovery of hope

or a new beginning.

 

rarely have i come upon a truth

that could not be rewritten,

never has there been a lie

that could not be resisted.

 

rarely have i seen a gift

such as your eyes of midnight blue

that gaze upon deserts and destruction

and in this wasteland let wild roses grow.

 

Poem by Merle Emrich

Illustration by Sofia Evers