Body ails yet spirit soars

Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones, I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune silken feathers of clementine and gold tones- body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon, beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm- scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in, hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free, for when mists of nature envelopes my skin, I find traces of peace from roots of my tree amidst the piercing pain pulsating within- fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key, sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines, sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines. Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion, sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion, faith is the thread for thin needles to redress and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision. So let suppressed agony slowly digress in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows- now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.