Choices, Chances and Changes

My Silent Hero

Eyes closed and flickered as it glows in every thought – a silent cry tugging my every heartstring

Flying on an angel’s wings – through a window of an illusion and imagery of another dimension

As it shines the light peeked through – a dark spot of seclusion arranged in furrow

Yet its brightness pushed through every ounce of fear of losing and falling

Stalks of every doubt – the emptiness felt like a deception

Yet with faith – tiny clutches of belief gather in stocks of hope

Outside my domain the sun sets – the orange skies covering across the realms

Clouds rounded the place – a grand entrance for the new moon

Crickets hoard in clasps – their clicker sounded in kinship and tribes

The sun bowing down – meeting halfway with the moon like an orb of night to bid farewell

The misty wind blowing – a sign of rest and quiescence as flowers clasping its petals as they prepare to sleep

Dewdrops fill the leaves and pinecones – a drink of life as the mist keep them drizzly over the night

Whilst on this trance – I filled my thoughts with memories of childhood and scenes of

yesterday

I hear night birds singing in melody – chanting in every scene as the red-orange skies fill the eve

Streetlamps lit the paths – the light show in strength as I walk in hesitation

I see endless shadows only to find oak trees swaying in grace – inviting to take a step

Bravely I carried my heart to its soul – their roots as my guide

The night cradled me along – soothing my frightened spirit and stranded soul

As I look straight at a fairy star – its arms is stretched out to cuddle my sorrows and my

fears

As tears began to fall – a hand caress my face with a promise

As the arms wrap around my shoulders to an embrace – I can see a smile luminously

covered into a thousand strengths

A familiar voice whispers peering through my thoughts – soothing my nightmares

My eyes felt heavy, yet I felt solace – a song lulls me into a deep sleep light and calm

There I see a striking silhouette – it reminded me that life is tough but if you look at the moon the shadows will fade

That as I open my eyes at sunrise the raven flies along with the pitch-dark clouds – it is

another day to live to continue to paint and design my life.

For Lola Epifania

Written July 2001 – revised 2022