While running back to the olden times
imagining the intervals when
you went away for a while,
there was a sea
of your thoughts on my barren heart.
The cruel tides
were pushing the walls.
The memories were dark
and congested like dark clouds.

I prayed for the fog,
so I could expect
some rain droplets
of comfort from the sky.
But those clouds turned to be
wrathful with severe wind.
I misconceived
the lightning with light.

That all brought to me
the thunderstorm.
I begged for the shelter
but I didn’t find.

I waited for a moment
in a delusional state
and found myself
on a different star.

I heard my delusion
whispering in my ear:
“You have found
Peace, serenity and comfort.”

© Simona Prilogan, March 2019

London, 2023