(For Emily, my Muse)
1
And as I sensed it,
Now I have seen it.
The dark corpsely mutterings,
Drawing shrouds of darkness to
Drown and smother your heart.
But when it is over,
You return, weakened, yet
Trying to salvage the wreck that is your soul,
And rekindle the light that once shone in your eye.
2
And as I sensed it,
Now I have seen it.
The people in your city of souls,
Suffering at the hands of those
Who destroy with their indifference.
But when the indifferent are gone,
Somehow you muster the power,
To search for meaning,
In this tapestry of the obscene.
3
But now that I have sensed it,
And you have learned to fear less.
Bound by your trust, you call me through the mist,
And I will help to ensure that,
The light in your eyes might shine once again,
A soft scented breeze rises up to the west,
Erasing the cries of the yet walking dead,
And reshaping the patterns of tapestried threads.
4
And then I will sense it,
Then I will see it.
Power returning, your heart will yearn
For places unknown and new challenges burning.
And I will withdraw with a sad, smiling face,
To a shadowy corner, a fading place.
And all I will ask for a trophy or prize,
Is your life full of happiness and that light in your eyes.
(1st, 2nd October 2023)
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