Seraphic Days, Mystic Nights. Poem by Freesia Whiz

Bloomfields
light up the dreadful sky
Sudden gush of winter craze
Spring cools the weary heart
A woman trapped in a sweet gentle gaze
Her gleaming eyes - so small she couldn’t see
The falling of yellow, dainty leaves on a seraphic day
A lost soul searching for its wicked star
On a mystic night she flew away

Tears flicker – a taste, a vision of bitterness
Broken, hopeful hearts, off they wander
Watching from the bizarre underground
Floating on air – on an empty space
Till they finally fall, it wasn’t real after all

Only a dear friend like the sentient universe
Can sympathize, can heed
Oh, the blazing sun stares in awe – in all that was gloomy
The December wind lifts reassuring arms
The magical storm whistles a song of songs
A hymn for a rude awakening that
Was no one
But me.