Past the fear

Slipping through alleyways

past fear,

that absurd determination to jolt and

to leer,

teeth bared and claws eager to rip

away the protective silk of

sanity sheltering within.

Into the deepest cavern

if you venture brave

you'll find, not hell, as you think

but in the jaws of your deepest fear

there opens wide a haven.

A paradise seemingly,

shall I explain?

Blow a bubble of air at the

tip of your nose

and let it flow,

expand and glow,

till it reaches the skull

and explodes far above.

Silence,

and love,

floating a dove.

There's a place in this world,

it's bright, and

it whirls.

A wind with no sound, no name,

no glory of where it has been

or where it will be.

It is nothing and

it is everything between.

Silence and love,

floating above.

© Sara Smerdon