acQuiescent jOy

the summer of Chayton arrived in spring
like Mars
not in the conventional sense
but rather, pain and scars
– most intense. 

until dawn, fatigue we fight 
despite bruised bonds
Chayton rules the night

field of trees loom crescent moon
fluttering leaves embracing noon
such ocean waves driven of wind
perfectly synchronized reflection of light
rivaled the stars that clear vernal night
affably floating in a sea of blue
upon pure skies with puffs of cotton passing through

how indifferent and magnificent you are. 

by K. Osei