May 10th, 2026 – Poem #5
I walked a creature of the night
Blind but for my beaded braille
Held close enough to give me sight
Of she upon the moon-kissed trail
Who is that queen clothed in light?
Who walks the meadow come this way—
Through a field of lilies white
Hands clasped before her as she pray
And gazing from the darkness vast
The moon became her throne-like stead
And silver jewels from heaven cast,
A crown of stars upon her head
Nature turned to her as she strode
As land & breeze both bent a knee
Her trailing veil behind her slowed
And the silence sang a melody
I heard children laugh upon her pause
That rang as echoes far away
Yet within me felt no ground nor cause
For she who sees me now to stay
And smile like the rose-blushed morn
Hands blooming just as petals part
To spread wide the light she’d born
And reveal in it her bleeding heart
Each beat was a storm to me sent
To slay to dust my suit of stone
As tears renewed now from me went
A truer love I’ve never known
Roses grow from lips prayer-sown
From these beads strung I hold your hand
Ascend sweet queen up to your throne
I’ll gaze beholden from the land
For the same mother of my King divine,
Was given to us our mother—mine.
© 2026 Alana Karam. All rights reserved.
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