Hold Me In Your Arms

The night is cold The shadows of it spew out spit Spit made of acidic nature Spit willing me to cower in fear Hidden from the rest of the world Too cowardly to even dare glance at the glowing moon To immerse my feminine senses in its glow And bask in the delight of Earth! The night bares its teeth at me Wanting to intimidate my already shaky stride Hoping to cause me to wilt and disintegrate Into the darkness of its state And thus feed its bulging mass! But then, from Pandora's opened box Hope sings to me Hope sings odes celebrating of the pure glory of love And I, can only close my eyes, Allow my quickening breaths to overtake My somersaulting heartbeats And close my mind in stubborn denial! But Hope sings still, In a voice so rapturous That the mighty night and its shadows scare me no more Rather, in the silent darkness I see Love, bold and staunch Yet, having in his eyes, A softness and a tenderness! Hope sings and my soul unveils itself To beckon to Love to hold me in his arms As, enlaced together, in a feverish embrace We shall transgress time, death and space! Why, Love remains my savior Being in his arms is like being sheltered By the protection of the Almighty Love remains my cause, my aim, my quest And I just know That, as the night would end I would open my eyes And still see myself, Being held in the arms of Love While Hope, still so soft and melted Would sing of us and of our embrace! For Contest Hold me in your Arms Written on 13 Sept 2017