The light

Like a crystal vase
Delicately broken
The light
Tossed all over the city
Its content; a new day

Like cockroaches
The shadows
Went to hide under the walls
In the corners, under the trees
Beneath the tables

The light
Took measurements
Of every man’s shape
And delivered each shadow
Fit to every man’s mind

And like an expired lozenge
The moon dissolved
In a glass of champagne
Without the effervescence
Of the sun

The light
Made the stars step down from heavens
To take their place in the eyes of children

And all of that nocturnal spectrum
Disappeared
Covered by a shining curtain
That a powerful hand pulled down
To end the show
Of the night

And like a broken dam
With impetuous craziness
The light
Flowed into the city streets

Borough after borough
Neighbourhood after neighbourhood
Through streets and avenues and backyards
The lights of the city were put to sleep
Like organs in a sick body
That wants to say farewell to life

One by one, slowly dying
So the blood
So the heart
Likewise the feeling
Likewise; good-bye
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Sal Godoij

Sal is a Canadian writer, philosopher, poet, and indie publisher, author of a thought-provoking narrative that contains mystical messages. Sal believes in miracles, which he claims have accentuated his life, so many of his stories reflect these portents. Sal sustains that we all have a message to divulge in this life. Thus, he encourages us to make our voice heard, firstly in our inner self, then on to our neighbours, and henceforward into the universe.

https://www.salgodoij.com
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