I remember dreaming in words of which
I could not speak, and fearing thoughts
of which I could not hold. Draped over
me like a long-tailed chill. Then I fall in
love with a boy who delivers me from the
whispering ghosts. His tight hugs are so
warm, his kisses sweet. And from the
power that be, life spills as darkness takes
Swifter and yet more swift, the
light from which our dual skin coalesce,
sloping down upon a steep descent on my
bicycle handle bar. An alloy of spring rain-
drops and winter snow, the gold beneath the
silvered white. We become one just before
the sun grows cold and the world’s envy
steals our names. Brown eyes and sooty
hair, he shakes the fallen strand where it
curls into beads of sweat. Leaps out of my
hands, half in rueful smiles, the other half
in veiled consciousness.
Sometimes, this boy, of six years and four
months, who would burrow into my skin
with broken sentences and waiting space.
Then, other times, it seems as though I
could mosey on forever upon his solid para-
graphs without the need for punctuation.
My mind recalls the pockets of his tattered
cries now and again, worn into the cracks
of my heart. And the world, whose coldness
I fear will fell the green summer in his eyes.
So, I shall stay awake. In blurred delirium.
In lucid fever. In a storm of sunset rain then
sunrise drought. And I shall stay through
the surfaced joy then strangling despair.
For I know him like I know my own skin. Like a
poet knows his consonant and vowels. Like
a mother’s ocean that drifts into forever, only
breaking where the little streams and small
brooks bend. With compressed sounds. Unheard
yet echoing. And always there.
Lana Bella has a diverse work of poetry and flash fiction published and forthcoming with Anak Sastra, Atlas Poetica, Bewildering Stories, Beyond Imagination, Buck-Off Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Eunoia Review, Cecil’s Writers’ Magazine, Deltona Howl, Earl of Plaid Lit, Family Travel Haiku, First Literary Review-East, Foliate Oak Literary, Garbanzo Literary Journal, Global Poetry, Ken*Again, Kind Of A Hurricane Press, Marco Polo Arts Literary, Nature Writing, New Plains Review, Poetry Pacific, The Commonline Journal, The Higgs Weldon, The Voices Project, War Anthology: We Go On, Thought Notebook, Undertow Tanka Review, Wordpool Press, Wilderness House Literary Review, and Featured Artist with Quail Bell Magazine. She lives bi-continents, in the US and Asia, where she is the wife of a novelist and the mom of two frolicsome imps.