MY HEART REMEMBERED
At this dark
cold lonely night
when the moon
is still,
quiet and waxing stronger.
Shall my heart
be calm and restful
in this fearful cave,
as the night owl
sits over the
tree top hooting.
The cooing of
the turtle dove
heard from the old
abandoned hut inhabited
by wild animals hidden
in woods across
the lonely yard.
With the solitude
of this dark
lonely heath space,
my heart remembered
the beautiful
glad tidings and
the comfy warm glow
of the fire burning
in the hearth.
The profound stillness
of this deafening
quiet moment at
this cold lonely
snowy night is
indeed frightening.
My peace stolen
by the cold night.
The eyes heavy
by the burden of sleep
but sleep is
quite farfetched.
Sleep alludes the eyes
as the howling of
the wolves disturbed
my peaceful night rest.
Shall i run into the heath
to evade the beast
or shall i hide
within the rocks
to warm myself.
The horrible fear
will still find me.
But what shall i do
to hide from the cold,
the starry night and
the beast still waiting
to consume me
at this dark lonely
cold night at
the middle of nowhere
in this dark snowy mountain.
©2020,Emeka Mokeme.