The Holy Water
I,
like a moth
in a cage of waterless land,
all things find peace only in prayer.
I,
need the water that is holy,
not to moisten my cracked lips,
but to draw the dry well of my soul
into the light,
falling upon my eyes,
so I may see through the veils of the walls
in the dark hours of life.

Biography:

Yucheng Tao is a poet, hybrid short fiction writer, and experimental musician pursuing a B.A. in Songwriting at Musicians Institute. His work has appeared in Wild Court (King’s College London), Strange Horizons, Like A Field (forthcoming) and others. His chapbooks with two are forthcoming from Bottlecap Press and  Finishing Line Press.