Summoning the Spirits

In the heat of the Mohave desert Drumming echoes build In unison to my heart Pumping and pounding Faraway chants introduced In some unknown native tongue Rhythmic and nostalgic They draw ever closer As I close my eyes Inviting my soul to manifest Freeing it into tall billowing swirls In the largest of overhead circles So ethereal and surreal That bold drumming resonates Picking up the beat Heavier and intense Pumping and pounding Pounding and pumping Pumping and pounding Pulsating fiercely through me Transporting me to the other realm Meshing with the paranormal Mesmerized and entranced Awakening old secrets trapped In parallel dimensions One second The sudden silence Plonks me like a lifeless puppet Free falling to fathomless depths The next My body goes into convulsions Quivering and shaking An obscure dam bursting with torrential tears From I know not where A baffling source of unspeakable grief Inconsolable anguish Throwing me into utter bewilderment Imagining how I may have been transported By some mystical sorcery induced by That powerful drumming and warrior chant Awakening the deep painful haunting despair Of a throbbing wound Unhealed through multiple lifetimes What could I have possibly endured If not the broken heart Of a grieving wife and mother Suffering the unbearable loss Simultaneous of both Warrior husband and warrior son AP: 2nd place 2021 Read on air by invitation ~ February 19, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS' Submitted for contest EMOTIONAL ANGER, HURT, RAGE sponsored by LEWIS RAYNES - November 26, 2017 - RANKED 3RD