Trapped in the night

I tasted the sunlight
\through the blinds\
through the vibrations in
the air, aura, Buddha, Bodhisattva
radiating from conversations, night,
morning, greens and blues
and lightning flesh, and when Joe
told me a healer would have
helped our merry band, I listened
to it emanating from his eyes
as colored streaks of gold and
blood shot wonder, I smelled the air
gently brush my flesh, screaming,
watched the visions with my eyes closed in
the night that lasted forever and I couldn't sleep