Calm After The Storm

She came when silence bloomed too wide,

A breathless hush none could abide.

No glimmer lit her shadowed way.

She crossed the void and chose to stay.

No hymn was sung, no voices cried,

No phantom stirred nor fate defied.

Her footsteps fell like frozen rain,

A spectral balm amidst the pain.

The world had folded, torn, undone,

Beneath a wan and withered sun.

Yet she, no beast, no ghost, no child,

Wove through the dark, so calm, so wild.

She speaks in silence, hears the call

Of sorrow’s crack and night’s deep thrall.

No rest she seeks, yet holds me close,

A flame that flickers, pale, morose.

Her eyes are dusk, abyssal, deep,

A silent sea where secrets sleep.

No mortal hand could weave such care,

No heart survive the truths laid bare.

She treads the ruins, vast and cold,

Reviving bones both young and old.

The frost may claim the earth and stone,

But she remains when all is gone.

A whispered vow, a slender thread,

She binds the broken, leads the dead.

And through the cracked and shifting ground,

She never falters, nor makes sound.

She is the breath within my chest, 

The pulse that lingers, never rest.

Not savior, servant, myth or giuse,

But love eternal behind blacked eyes.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

A friend, a secret, a mystery. Precious. Unknown. Dream or fact? A lasting memory still being created? A lingering shadow, leaving its mark as if walking in proverbial sandy footsteps? Deja vu perhaps? Times when there are neither questions nor answers yet things just be. We sit, thinking, wanting to share.

[Milena Grubor]

When all hell breaks loose, many people disappear like morning mist. No mortal hand could weave such care, but a paw can. Dogs ask for nothing, but give everything.

[emmajoygreen]

So very true, start to finish. Hope helps.. we just have to find it.. somehow.

[Michael Sun Bear]

You are one dark woman Milena, at least Milena the poet that is. So just who or what is this female, she who be not beast, nor ghost, nor child? A number of your lines just seized me. I like the opening: She came when silence bloomed too wide. Others I like: A whispered vow, a slender thread, She binds the broken, leads the dead. AND No rest she seeks, yet holds me close, A flame that flickers, pale, morose. Well done Milena, my Poet of the Night. MSB

[Milena Grubor]

This is actually dedicated to my dog. While people often have to have a reason to love you, dogs don't, they love unconditionally.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Because of your picture I thought of a dog, but I didn’t pick up dog from the poem itself. I agree wholeheartedly about the unconditional love dogs offer. My ex-wife has a beautiful, gentle Shellie who I have to visit every once in a while. There is nothing better than non-judgmental dog therapy.