The Magic of the Night Air

The night air pulses with the tunes of my anguish Remember, whispers it to my sulking face, Remember of the romance meant to be lived In eternity! Remember of the cause of your fall Remember of the divine guidance! The night air pulses and the chilly winds prick me, Bidding me to open the pores of my senses, So receptive to the wills of my own fate! Keeping my faced turned up to the hovering moon I clasp my arms tight around myself Letting the tears flow as painfully as they wish Letting the hurt engulf my whole essence Letting the agony of my fate coil and uncoil itself Around me, as much as it wishes to Taking no account of anything else! Pray, submission fills up my love ponds Weary and tired of life, I have simply turned to love, Submissively, Wishing to bloom in between its arms Or to die at its hands Whichever shall it will As long as the night air shall keep pulsating With the tunes of my anguish! After all, my story originates from the time When Creation did not exist yet It shall have to keep on being alive, As such is what the bearers of Existence Have willed for me!