she comes by night,
her regalia shining like searing embers.
when she cradles my weakened torso,
wings sprout from my saddled back and I ferry to another orbit.
she stages as a canary and croon,
my droopy ears reawaken, be-charmed by her sweet chants.
she brings out a match and ignites,
a bright glow looms over the crepuscule in my cold chamber.
she waltzes around to tunes, unheard
and I marvel. my face expels smiles I never knew it harbored.
I grasp her cloak as she turns,
this she does when she is ready to fade.
I bellow, feeling pangs and plead to be told her name
peace, she says and then, dissolves.
fervid, I sway in the amber glow
but murkiness pervades my chamber again.
when peace revisits, I will hold her captive
so my soul doesn’t suffer throes it cannot withstand.
that when dawn knocks, while the bell of life tolls,
the pangs I feel shall be encroached by the glow, peace gives.