"Ezers deg," oil painting, Viestarts Aistars
The possibilities dazzle:
where there was darkness,
there is sudden
if transient light.
Perhaps not so sudden.
A slow seepage, a backward bleeding,
wounds that some days
seem healed, and others
a raw gash of despair.
Yet hope stands a stubborn
if lunatic guard.
Every morning redeemed
and newly armed.
At first light,
your sleeping face
in childish innocence
next to mine.
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