Yasmin Hemmat writes

The Entrance to the New Womb

When I blink out, the whole universe disappears
and all I can make out is
encroaching darkness,
the utter loss of warmness,
a plain which is abandoned by its sun.

When I blink out, I feel the disappearance of
the ponderous burden of being
and all I can perceive is
my weightless soul
raging against the dying of the light.

But what about the eternal light which I should see,
the entrance to the new womb,
the emptiness,
the shapeless void in which is
shaped a new life.

New York Street with Moon -- Georgia O'Keeffe

Yasmin Hemmat writes

The Barren Field of Requiem

I was born in a distant and solemn 
Kingdom of hatred and destruction
Near the silent sea of fire
In a city crowded with gloom

My life was written in the
Book of the history of grief
Chanted by scops
In interminable deathly hours
The world must know the
Blind witches of time
Turned my lofty flower bed of dream
Into the barren field of requiem.

Blind Witch -- Miklos Ligeti

Yasmin Hemmat writes

A Darkened Dream

I was going through a darkened dream

Wandering in a misty void

Surrounded by dim gleam

I was turning into an asteroid.

Falling down into nothingness

I passed through your serene soul

Drawn to feel the emptiness

I made my empty heart whole.

I grabbed your slippery shadow

You looked at the silence of skies

I begged you not to go

You burned me with your eyes.

You disappeared like a falling star

In the misty haze of gloom

Brightening the veiled face of heaven afar

I mourned over my doom.

I went back to the ruined door of dream

In the mire of mirrors

To cry over my loss and scream

Where everything became clearer.

I saw my soul case

Which sorrow filled its face.

Perished with gloom

Slept in its tomb.

 -- Jessica Sun