Strange days
lonely nights,
gone are the days
of just flying kites.
A boy in his teens
with many stresses,
the thought of good grades
marks and assesses.
Sweat beads
under black hair,
life’s pressures
being to much to bare.
Hazel eyes stinging
tanned skin dry,
lungs inhaling
all for a sigh.
Distractions, distractions,
what could they be?
Think, my dear brain
enlighten me.
Open your mind
heart and soul,
look out to the world
the world as a whole.
Among the evenings glow
from the back deck afar,
in the onyx oblivion
the comes a sudden star.
Further, bigger, brighter
a vision,
a glimmering sparkle
on a dream making mission.
Its beauty is gracious
among a backdrop of trees,
as it clears its clouded path
with tremendous ease.
With my own two eyes
I cannot believe,
as colours manifest around it
like no other comet can conceive.
Multi-colour illumination occurs
filling the sky and surrounds,
silence soon present
as it begins to die down.
Over my head
falls its glittery dust remains,
the soft damp grass at my toes
scattered with its stains.
As I study and ponder
the speckled matter in my hand,
a small voice echoes behind me
like a melody from a distant land.
“Hello, fair human
how balmy of a night.”
The voice beautifully female
pitch deep and volume slight.
As I twist and turn my head
toward the voice so near,
confusion fills my senses
as the being to match does not appear.
As I begin to think twice
believing I’m crazy,
“Over here.” calls the voice
upon a fresh nearby daisy.
Impossible, not a chance
I say on the inside,
as my eyes focus on an exotic moth
ombre lilac wings open wide.
Disbelief engulfs me
as my mouth sits agape,
Is it all a prank?
Perhaps a hidden tape?
A gentle flutter of its wings is shown
as I struggle to make sense,
“It’s okay, you’re not going mad.” she reassures
as I stand noticeably tense.
“My name is Shiloh
a title self given,
now what’s yours, gentle soul
a nice one I envision.”
Somewhat flattered by her words
yet stunned all the same,
I respond to her enquiry
with a voice and demeanor tame.
“I’m Phoenix.” I say steadily
as she flutters to my side,
despite my shock
she couldn’t look any prettier if she said.
“Phoenix” she replies
“Like the bird that rises from the ashes
as magic as white horses
with gold satin sashes.”
I nod as I smile
“Why thank you” I answer,
“And you as a moth
move as swift as a dancer.”
After much needed compliments
expressed with adoration,
I ask why she speaks only to me
above all else in the nature.
“Your presence is kind
considerate and humble,
whereas others cause chaos
that causes my home of nature to crumble.”
As she continues to tell tales
of destruction and fears
My cheeks burn red raw…
with the flooding of hot tears.
How could someone be so cruel?
So switched off, I thought,
Had they had no good guidance?
No true morals or ethics taught?
“My heart beats burdened by your pain”
I express,
“No innocent, defenceless being like you
deserves so much distress.”
She lifts to find comfort
upon my gentle hand,
with tenderness and compassion
that only so many would understand.
“Thank you for understanding” she whispers
“your shoulder, your ear,
but now I must ask
what brings you to the darkness out here?”
I wonder, I reflect
not quite knowing why myself,
why I had put everything on hold
like a vase upon a shelf.
“I guess it’s hope and happiness and not life’s bearings
that I wish to feel inside,
like a beam of light to dance in
or a calm beach to stride.”
As my words set in her mind
familiarity in her tone,
she expresses to me
similar wishes of her own.
“Your mention of beaming light
sits with me the most
since I am naturally drawn to it
whether bulb or lamp post.”
As we turn to face the gardens
multi-colour flowers in bloom,
our thoughts in unison
we didn’t need to presume.
“There is a switch over yonder.” I recall
“One flick is all it takes
for the garden to illuminate
to bask in without any breaks.”
Making my way to it
my finger ready to flick,
to bring the loving light
that makes us both tick.
“After you, dear Shiloh.”
I say, letting her lead the way,
for it is under the moon in the lit flora
that we both which to stay.
With mutual understanding
and togetherness in our hearts,
we lose the hours light gazing
as our main desire starts.
Oneness, positivity
light at last,
“May this night” we say together
“not go too fast.”
