Buried Colours

There’s a blue in the heart That resembles a parade of night birds

Over the Atlantic, That recalls the dark shapes In the towers of Prague. It’s still, as the mirroring waters, As the radiant hush of thoughts. After the trapped senses precipitate Like rain, you step out Into the dimming light. The fireflies surround you And the lock and key of disbelief Breaks open. Poetry and silence are two crystal eyes In the body of awakening. They’re the reason why we alternately pray

And watch the blowing leaves.

Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven Circle Press (www.sevencirclepress.com). His work has been published widely in places such as The American Poetry Journal, Abyss & Apex, The Chiron Review, The Comstock Review and Oracle Fine Arts Review. His full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.