SWEET SERENITY

Fading came for the sounds of yesterday's deepest wailing
as they became only echoes in those moments
during the cherished plumes of the purest hush
when life burns with a new light's rush
so warming, yet calmingly quiet
rising like a mesmerizing sunrise
to stop the drowning rain of angst
which so often pours over my heart
during night's long vigil of bleeding souls.

Death is the angel I had seen too long
when what I chose to believe
was a journey by a magic carpet
into the hellish reflection catacombs
where ghouls and vampires
from my tainted cornucopia of memories
swallowed any chance for a hope drenched sight.

Then my eyes found amid the tumult and the pain
one precious place of tranquility's merciful stain.
By longing's desperate and dire prayer
did I enter the glory of a writer's sacred creative lair.

Lost between heaven's spell
and the torment of an inner hell
finding reprieve from esteem's bleeding identity
touched to the bone by
sweet serenity.