Nocturne
In the beginning there was darkness,
there was no ray
and no prism,
no rainbow
to arch above the clouds,
there was no water
to veil the earth,
no splendid sun to blaze,
and no gentle breeze
to murmur.
In the beginning there was no pain,
no mother to wail
for her dead son,
there was no sin
no spirit,
no father.
There was no apple
to want,
no tongue
to lick the nectar,
no desire.
There was no star
to pierce the night,
no heaven for angels
to descend from,
there was no cross,
no candle,
no altar.
There was no blue sky,
no wing to unfurl
and no wind beneath,
or above.
In the beginning
there was darkness,
there was silence,
and love.
Shakiba Hashemi is an Iranian-American poet, painter and teacher living in Southern California. She is a bilingual poet, and writes in English and Farsi. She holds a BFA in Drawing and Painting from Laguna College of Art and Design. Her work is forthcoming or has appeared in Atlanta Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, Ibbetson Street Magazine, The Indianapolis Review, I-70 Review, Cream City Review, The Summerset Review, Roanoke Review, Collateral and the New York Quarterly Anthology Without a Doubt: poems illuminating faith.
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