Poetry
Poetry

Poetry
queen aya writes by the sick bed after queen e— begins to heal.
the only journey
on this small planet
with this intimate horizon
is from life
up to the edge of death
to the place where we think
there is no tomorrow
and the journey from that moment
to dawn
the journey happened
when i loosed baya from my body
and my blood
my heart
wanted to go with her
that journey happened
when i knew e— could
no longer hear me
and i wanted to crawl
through the dark corridors of her
to tell her of home
i needed no why
it was the only way
the sun comes from those two faces
mirrors of light
all that i will ever be
my only tomorrows