Lover of Light

Darkness fell on me tonight
Fall cold breeze welcomes me home
Demons dancing on my porch
Chains of shackled dreams
Tie me under the old oak tree
Looking back at his familiar eyes
Remembering his warm embrace
Beaten with pain
Screaming it's all just a dream
Closed my eyes
Seeing only the moonlight
Nothing left, death will come
My toes touching the edge of despair
Stumbling I jump
With bruised and broken wings
I fly

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With love to my beautiful daughters Oleevia, Shyanne, Darsy, Violet Rose, sister Michelle, mom Jaye, and friends. In loving memory of Dad, Larry D. Bailey. Without light, I would have died a million horrible deaths. Praise be to the Maker of Light for having saved me over and over again. To my kindred spirit, Muneer Ahmed, oxygen to my soul, my inspiration, my beautiful and gently soul. Thank you for loving me. Enlightened by my beloved Jalal ad-Din Mohammad Balkhi Rumi, Khajed Shamseddin Muhammad Hafiz-e Shirazi, Rainer Marle Rilke, and Kahlil Gibran. Sincerely, lover of light, Tamara M. Bailey.