Pain travels from bone to bone –– moon intended for earth stays on its quest for truth. At the curb of defiance, she remembers a lark on one winter night staring into an owl's eyes; daisies that held within petals a precarious string of dew as a sky soaked up land's bellowing. Her bones shiver off fireflies forming hives of light on her skin –– sightless dreams: mirrors reflecting one heaven barren from drought of conquest. She remembers almond groves and blushing apricots; flowering for bees allowing their labouring bodies respite for sustaining cycles of lives. A cold hunger looms among a hatch of birds –– she revels in the mist, for hope burns like a flame on fire glass. This river will keep flowing into weirs of black holes; only in turns can sun and moon exist together. She rotates dreams each dawn on a concept: nothing is gone, losses minimal as they collect somewhere in ideation of life –– that which is after a now –– bright / unequivocal / true / and existent –– First published in Kashmir Pen