Velvet Night by Garen Zakarian

Who doesn’t love
the velvet of the night
its lack of contours
edges blending into umbers and maroons
things with no beginnings
and no ends
Who doesn’t love
the velvet of the night
its lack of contours
edges blending into umbers and maroons
things with no beginnings
and no ends
While wine dissolves the
grayness of the present
hauling away fresh memories of
Someone Somewhere
who doesn’t matter anymore,
minds struggle to stay up
fighting the weight of distant megastars
downing on eyelids
saved by cricket’s ‘G’ flat
and owl’s deep bassoon
A night that flows like a river
never turning back
An apple fallen off a tree
That never glances up
Turning the page
to fade away
into the darkness
of the velvet night
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