NaPoWriMo 2023 — Day 15: “Festival Days”

15. Festival Days

the dusty orangesicle sky
blends into cotton candy
swirls then surrenders
to the midnight blue,
the star studded mystery
we can’t keep our eyes from

we’re afraid to look at each other

shining eyes of the past
are less judgmental, there are
so many, but they’re better,
softer, than the burn
of the former flame

these are festival days —
hot, sticky adventures
where music is the thing,
where the ear-ringing
melodies lead every body
within miles into its own
faerie ring dance

the nights are even louder,
the canyon winds cool,
the glittering stages
seen from outer space
lure moth beings, the nocturnal
entities graze the edges
of the illumined crowd

we’re now glancing at each other

our hands hold on for dear death,
we are swept into the melee
with the only plan being
to get completely lost

what if we stare at each other?

the entire world would disappear,
the beats would fade into oblivion,
we would see each other reflected
in the moon’s smile
and have to shield our eyes

we’d never close our eyes again

so we avoid longing gazes,
focus on the star trail auras
of our fellow soul gatherers,
feel each other’s presence,
and know that is enough

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