By Mira Price
I.
You speak to me,
As I cast my thoughts away.
You silence my mind,
As I weep loudly.
I know you are there,
To cover me with your warmth.
The long dreary winter nights,
As I lie in front of the fireplace.
You become the wick of the flame,
That crackles the wood till it has been tamed.
The hearth sings for my poor heart,
As you serenade me to sleep.
The shadows suddenly seem lighter,
The blanket you gave me becomes my shade.
For it shelters me from my demons,
But also challenges them to fight.
A teardrop falls,
Like the fresh spell of rain.
II.
I lay there as the sylphs prepare for battle,
Arrows felt on my body like pins and needles.
You deploy some troops to defend,
And others to attack the wretched.
Just like that, your contingent is divided,
Unfortunately, this strengthened your enemy.
The compositions continue,
Despite the bent bow strings.
You conduct me to hear the melodies,
Despite the dissonance.
I breathe heavily,
To prove that there is life in me.
Alas, I open my eyes,
To witness the wreckage.
I see the death of a thousand soldiers,
And their blood trickle down the river of Lethe.
III.
Darkness envelops the night sky,
And also the comfort of my home.
The light of the fire, ready for burn out,
Before the first rays of dawn approach.
All give up the hope,
Ready to dive into despair.
Distorted voices interrupt me in my head,
A state of inertia that shocks my system.
The hijack of my bed,
As the shadows weigh down on me.
Nasty djinns cause cacophony,
Buzzing sounds in loud decibels.
As a result of this chaotic symphony,
My ears bleed out of exhaustion.
Nightmarish music scores,
Mute the voice of my core.
IV.
Feeling entrapped in my own self,
I am taken to a dingy prison cell.
My head suffocates under the cloth,
I can only hear parts of what has been said.
As they threaten to reveal the hideous sight,
They creep up on me till I feel surrounded.
The middle passage,
Where paralysis becomes my only escape.
I envision terrifying scenes from a tragic play,
They prepare the noose as I fall to my death.
I try to jolt myself awake
But alas! It is too late.
I drown like the millions of others,
Declared 'unfit' to command my fate.
All that surrounds me turns into melancholy,
The ice freezes my heart.
V.
That's when a messiah,
Brings me along to the shore.
As I try to open my sand filled eyes,
I realise it is who I had been looking for.
The rebirth of my being,
It is like a lost paradise worth seeing.
You rejuvenate each cell in me,
With your mere presence.
You replenish my every thought,
With your sheer resonance.
You heal me from the dread,
As I seek solace in your sublimity.
I am blessed by witnessing you smile,
All my worries disappear into thin air.
The aromas suddenly remind me of home,
For that is where I am supposed to return to.
The soft violins play in the background,
Serenade me into a deep sleep.
The wavelengths vibrate,
As I channel energies I am not accustomed to.
You tell me to shut my eyes,
So I do.
You tell me to open them,
So I do.
This golden light,
Is emitted from the cozy fire.
As I trace the path, it directs me to you,
I am guided into the light by you.
Your subliminal voice,
Becomes my Calling.
VI.
You speak to me,
As I cast my thoughts away.
You silence my mind,
As I weep loudly.
I know you are there,
To cover me with your warmth.
The long dreary winter nights,
As I lie in front of the fireplace.
You become the wick of the flame,
That crackles the wood till it has been tamed.
The hearth sings for my poor heart,
As you serenade me to sleep.
The shadows suddenly seem lighter,
The blanket you gave me becomes my shade.
For it shelters me from my demons,
But also challenges them to fight.
A teardrop falls,
Like the fresh spell of rain.