Zandranix

The abyss of darkness pulls
in the supposed home
where it is said to be sheltered.

Is it odd,
that the safest 
and the most tranquil,

is a typhoon?

Safe

If only
She
Knew her sheen; the luster 

If only 
She
Knew her cherished soul

Our wretched world therein
She
Existed 

A single promise
To protect 
Such fragility 

Elegance
Where the lilac
Sway lazily 

Sharpness
Quick to become ablaze 
But swiftly serene 

An enigma
Sought out by many
Where the greed consumes

The selfishness
I feel
For her presence 

And I thank God
The metaphysical
For this blessing