embrace the night.

For a moment I fell sick with fever,
chills upon the forgoten stems
Of these aching flowers

yet in total darkness, it was I
still basking within the light

A soul never dwells in hell to long
unless it lies abandoned
and broken

'Twas then, that moment I knew
with everything I once was and
hoped like hell to be

that I had only cracked,
a little
fine
movement in time,

not yet frozen nor completely shattered
nothing was lost , I was safe inside

'Twas then, I truly realized
nothing had died,

I still held it all within my hands
these flowers fading nothing,

these hours minutes ceasing, Imaginary
nothing lost, abandoned

completely viable, undeniably fresh
No smoke had risen by flames,

this weeded pasture of colours
a seed that I had planted,

would hold fast without fading

no aching stems, to be forgotten
rotten minutes, hours, imaginary wilting

Still basking within this light,

in which I strongly planted
To consume the entire grounds of soul

never to be taken for granted
I am safe inside, not broken

Not completely shattered, just a
patch of ground, the past had left
abandoned and battered,

Not yet frozen, nor burning, just a
fine movement in time,

all enclosed safe inside my mind

beyond the fever and chills,
Bear the strongest roots, pastures
Of colourful hills,

time shall not Wilt, nor fade
never truly falling

until a flower bed is made,

to rest a weary soul
basking within the forever light

'Tis only then, I shall embrace the night.

Nardine Sanderson 31/08/2015.