The Holiday
By Raeez jacobs
Threw up their voices
To the attic of the stars
And stuck their desires to
Paper that they threw at the moon
Whereon it attached and so
All their pleasures shone down on them
They felt wanted and validated
Not turning on the henchmen who had defiled them
Only just wanting them to share in the way
Natute naturalized what they had housed inside before as expedients of evil and bitterness
Now it shone
From the moon god climbed into when he needed to afford himself the fullness of his light
Leaving his blessings behind
Now seeping into their scribbled desires
Giving each one it's coveted experience and truth,its impact, and its ferocity
They danced all night
Willing to die in the moment
Restored in faith and their most coveted desires responded to and divinely declared
They danced without warning and precision
Disobeying the physics of choreography
They broke celebrating
A freedom they had beern kept away from
Imagining a life away from life.
©RaeezJacobs. Poetry. 2013
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