Spirit

The smooth, sultry air of the downy night

Swaddles around my bare shoulders.

Balmy fragrances from jessamine,

Spiderlilies, and honeysuckle

Spill into my senses.

Humid heat brings stinging sweat

To these bruised knuckles

Which failed to serve as my defenses.

Running through nocturnal Eden,

I attempt to cease what smolders

Beneath my skin. I attempt to escape

My sieving plight.

My heart is swollen with oily sorrow,

Afraid of what will come tomorrow.

Abruptly, I am brought to my knees

Like a dishonored serf bowing before the obsidian trees.

Too afraid to panic, I lie still in defeated awe,

Awaiting the damp darkness to wholly devour me in its gaping maw…

But

A tiny light

Appears

Soft and bright,

Twinkling

Like a little sprite

Descending

Onto my tenderly offered open palms.

As the fragile glow accepts my alms,

I can feel warm, loving life

Crawl into me newly rife

With healing.

The unnoticed stars begin to descend

From the darkly verdant canopy above

Into this fertile glade.

A million miniscule, fiery, fluttering beings

Searching for their friend

In a luminously

Flickering, shimmering crusade.

They lovingly envelope me into their

Brilliantly blooming aura. I transcend

And become one

With this ethereal parade.

I am lifted back onto my feet

By a million radiant wings.

Bouncing up, I return through

The ebony growth as if on springs.

I chase back out from

My sickly self-pitying hole.

Unafraid of what will come tomorrow,

I am reassembled whole

With a burning fire

Newly ignited in my soul.

#HunterMarion #poetry #English