Dum spiro spero

It rains outside, the stream drops hope
Over my wicked paths I know,
Remembering how a full stop
Strangled my breath, not long ago.

I gasped for air, while worries set
A wild and mazy puzzle game
Unfurling the unknown sunset
Beyond my frozen, mortal frame.  

Meantime on valleys of the dark,
On Friday, 13^th of the month,
A nazar chanted spells of luck,
Seeking the deals of fairies runs.  

Yet psalms of childhood flamed the space,
A warm hand touched my icy arm,
A soft embrace of hope and grace
Brought from above the mighty calm.

At gates of the unseen I was
For minutes, hours, trembling, numbed.
I murmured rhymes of love. A pause
Took my few steps behind the dark.

A sea of snow, a bright homeland
Reflected rays of a strange realm,
But suddenly life gave a hand:
My friend beside warming my arm.   

The autumn’s fears were dropping down
Their reddish masks. Bringing peace time
A choir of angels reached the town
Of my pipe dream, on heart’s soft lane.

In quiet corners shadows play
Unfolding mysteries of earth.
Tackling the moon’s silvery ray
A golden dawn sparks love’s rebirth.

A story comes to life again,
Amazing, coherent, and true.
Aligning dreams on sunny lane
I race through hope brushing my blue.

From past soft rhymes pen present’s psalms:
When winter goes, spring brings rebirth.
Whilst priceless seasons cover us
There are seen angels on the earth.   

© Simona Prilogan, 27/11/2023

Dedicated to my friend, Angie. On 13 October ’23, until ambulance arrived, she brought me back to life.

Image by Szabolcs Molnar from Pixabay