Pic, pic, pic;
The water is falling,
The clouds are grieving –
A storm is about to start.
Here I am staying
Near the window,
Hoping to catch
A glimpse in the dark.
The ghosts are waiting,
Just outside the window;
But I am not
Afraid of the unknown.
…
A mischievous smile,
A dull pair of eyes,
A monstrous face
Appears in the night.
The lighting strikes
And my mouth dries;
Still, I take praise
For keeping my stance.
But you’re aware of me
And of my anxiety,
Perhaps that’s why
You come and hug me.
Your threatening warmth
Showers me,
And your arms seem
More like a cage;
But I’ve never felt
Safer in my life,
Nor will I ever
Feel this way.
The monster starts
Laughing in low, dark tone;
I flutter my eyes –
I hope he will be gone.
You come even closer,
And I can’t help smiling
When I feel your breath
Down on my neck.
“It will soon be over,”
You tell me;
But I am still wondering
“Would it be?”
…
A thunderclap echoes
In the silent room;
Everything feels different
But I don’t know thanks to whom.
The monster is no longer
In front of me;
The sun is about
To wake up.
I raise my eyes
Involuntarily,
Maybe there really is
Such a thing as divinity.