My morning turned to dusk,
Laughter quieted into wails and my life came
To a halt! Buffeted by the news I never fathomed I’d hear,
My hinds lifted me off aimlessly.
Run, run the winds howled at me.
I heard nothing but the deafening tears that rained down my face.
I was facing the biggest storm ever!
In bliss I wander through foyers of grandeur,
Through rooms of opulence and beauty.
Whose beauty, fills me with unspeakable
a longing that clings,
with familiar nostalgia.
Drawn to you locked in mysteries
I reach for you,
but awaken in perplexity.
Abandoned to wander,
In curious awe I here return time and time
to awaken to this same maze,
dazed with desire,
Why such inexplicable allure?
Where my heart dares to roam and linger,
Why are you so familiar?
Why do I repeatedly return?
what secrets lurk within
the confines of your walls?
The sounds of the season return,
winds whistle our way with ferocious rage…
rains helplessly pound down my window pane
with boisterous intensity.
The skies are thickened with gloomily, grey clouds as
sparks of lightning slice through with electrifying splendor.
as reckless as the fury of a drunken spouse,
rustling leaves conjure melodic notes,
swaying trees back and forth, unabashed.
Relentlessly, pounds, speeds through without a care.
A soothing pause, a respite for a few…
Then, illuminating flurry, thundering, gleaming
through the night skies;
In the distance winds howl,
enters another round of fury!
A pacifying pita, pat continue,
a gentle lull to sleep.
Only but for a few, awakened,
Yet another round of roaring lights shattering
through the shutters again and again…
Once more, asleep under the enchanting lull of
the calming force of Mother Nature.
Now and then, trepidation grips,
that the rage yet again, gains control!
The scars of war…
worn in nights of stolen happiness,
heard when sirens bleed,
following traverses undefined.
In sleeplessness I slumber,
and drums beat,
in rhythms of lands trapped in
stories yet to be told, waiting to be born.
How come I run, feet fiercely
rooted in this place where time
Hoping for daylight to wake.
Running, floating and flailing, yet I hear
No one, see none
open the door,
stretched out in beads of salt in dark wake of night!