MY PRECIOUS ARTEMIS
The night is quiet today,
Save the rain that pours relentless.
There are no storms brewing,
The night is but spent in quiet contemplation.
I can see the mountains from here,
My windows, a vision I never sought.
A vision of serenity, one of ecstasy,
The sights I see are magnificent,
So humbling is my being.
There are no shadows creeping,
The denizens rest with no qualms.
I do not await the morning tonight,
I suppose more so today than before.
The calm lies and spreads across,
The fields of daisies gleefully dance in the breeze.
The gurgling waters I hear,
The sounds of the harmonising rainforest abound.
Slipping into sleep had never been easy,
I look for no lover, neither cure nor peace.
I find them all here in this,
In this moment of tranquility.
Peace I find in the patters of rain upon the roof,
A Cure to my troubled mind I find in the harmony of the night.
A Lover I find in the air that abound, Artemis my beloved.
My bags I see thus, packed and stowed away;
Reminding me of a life of routine that I must return.
I stand fast momentarily, the idea of returning seemed pointless,
To a life so monotonous, so pathetically broken.
Standing there by the bonfire,
I unpack and watch, as my clothes light on fire.
Slowly shedding the weight of a former life,
The places, the stories, the past slowly burning away.
I feel peaceful.
As I lay beside that pyre,
I watch as my memories turn to ash.
There is a reticent glow, set upon my face;
For having left all of you, all of them burning together.
Far, far behind.
There is peace in forgetting,
A dubious pleasure in this forceful amnesia.
I watch the smoke, the engulfed flame;
I am now cleansed, I am free.
I am fearless. Reborn.