Peach and Red
Sean Cua (Class 2021)
black nights seem to swallow me whole
creating a sense of
dread. and wrong.ness;
it smiles, a simple spell that haunts
when you stare into the abyss
the void threatens to swallow you
“Hey,” a dawn of peach skies basking itself atop the crimson lighthouse at the edge of the cliff calls out to me. Pink and red look at me ever so warmly, and a song of tomorrow springs towards my heart. Trickle by trickle, it pours and pours until the sweet melody overflows from my cup, the sludge of darkness now permeated by a kaleidoscope of natural hues. I see their hands beckoning me towards the glow of a brand-new day.
And I peek back into the deep, my fingers no longer grasping at the empty air.