she came to me
one chilly evening of July
when the menacing infernos
of my wrath had been
blazing its tempest
once more
-
until the gentle flow
of her soft kisses
and blanketing touch
of her warm cuddles
had watered all of hell down
to nothing but fading ashes
and transient mist;
-
it's when the harsh winds
of turbulent torment had
been gnashing my
peaceful being
again -- screaming of pain
of agony
of whys and hows that will never
be answered
-
yet all have been powerfully hushed
by her melodious voice
singing of love and care
into a calm moonlight
breeze, whispering her name;
-
darkness. darkness has flooded
every corner of my hope
but by the glimmer
of her angelic aura
and flash of her stardust eyes --
I know I am safe.
~~~
she, she had been here.
she has always been there
but tonight,
tonight is just different.
-
for as she came to me
this chilly evening on July
the coat of familiarity
had been absolutely void of presence
