This Day As It Was: 26th Day of the 10th Month

This day as it was, not so many years ago, When the heaven was ever in a stressful mode Some of heaven's angels rerouted to trek earth to and fro In search for the right parents they could ever unfold. "Today is so special!" a seraph declared "A darling amongst us is terrestrial-bound", The heavenly legion giggled in cheer Awakening the limbo with its boisterous sound. Swift as a lightning their search made intense Surging from sunbeam; through dust; and through rain; Impatiently waiting for the news they brought in The seraph would bark, Oh where have you been? "In a tropical island, shaped like a sword, We found a humble couple with a noble accord" "Oh tell me quickly where exactly they be found?" "Somewhere in the coastline of a northernmost town" Heavenly tension was ever as the natal-hour was nigh Euphoria subsided as it was now mixed with fear. The world is deceitful – she may be tricked of some lies Things that should not be, as free soul, she would dare. The angels' notions overtime become true A demon deceived her with his built and galore Misery was waiting without her having a cue Battered! She had to leave with her offspring of four. And it came to pass that we both prayed in the dark Tearful and shivering that the heaven should hark. Heaven has its senses through ages ever sharp From our own different places God heard what we asked. That for two weeks in my lifetime, on my life's second score She came in my daydream, that I promptly would adore Bewitched me with the charm, bringing the same cheers When she was born on the 26th day of the 10th month of that very blissful year Soon it's time for me to wake up to the usual life I've known; The dream I had is over but somehow not forlorn. I missed the maiden truly; in her I found a home. I cherish the dream and its memory when I am most alone. Date & Time of Writing: October 26, 2011 2:01am – 2:43am The night of October 25 to October 26 was a very long night as sleep was so illusive. There was an aching of my heart that was beyond my comprehension. I needed to be tired that I resorted on utilizing my ever awake senses to go beyond the conventional and think of something to write as if things are happening to me in fact.