Coiled inside the blanket
I could see only darkness that night.
Cold and numb
Burning forehead and aching limbs;
The pain was not merely physical
It's branches were spread in my heart too
Or, was it vice versa?
Robbing me off my hopes and dreams.
I frantically yearned for a magical touch
That can heal my unseen cracks.
The moon peeped in my room
Summoning me to be its mate;
I walked to the balcony of my room
The pain still vivid and clear;
I ogled at the moon and started feeling better
Was the moon showering magic dust on me?
I could hear the leaves sigh
As the autumn breeze changed its plan;
The breeze touched me tenderly
Like the first stolen kiss,
Beams of moonlight, twinkling of stars
The ecstatic jingle of the wind chime
Touched my soul with abundance of love
It was a healing therapy: Love of Nature.
Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Recovery/Healing