At Last, Home

AT LAST, HOME

The sharp chills of winter
Harshly envelope my entity
As I feel warmth swiftly escape me.
Walking bare-footedly towards
The end of the lightless alley,
I gently raise my head to
Stare at the dark, vast sky.
The sight of the crescent moon
And the hundred thousand constellations
Force a hesitant smile on my plastered face
And the wild breeze pierces my alabaster skin,
My defenseless body submitting to its might.

A faint sound from a short distance
Awakens my resting soul.
My brain contests with my body
As I dumbly decide to follow the sound.
Intuition strongly pushes me towards it—
Stronger than the current of blood
Rushing down the soles of my numb feet—
Producing the slightest steps like that of a kitten’s.
A short, breathless sigh escapes my stone lips
As I stumble onto a puddle
Of thick, heavy water.
The touch of the cold water against my face
Brings a thousand shocks to my body.

Now, once again, I hear that sound—
That beautiful sound enticing me
To come towards it.
But as I stand, I feel thick warm liquids
Gush out from my hands which are
Trembling with fear.

I continue to walk towards that sound
With my palm dripping with thick, red blood.

The wind blows again and as it hits me,
I hear myself scream with pain
As hot salty tears begin to trickle down my face.

The sound begins to get louder
Right from where I am
So I push my restraining stubborn
Body to move.

I can see a hint of light from
A small cathedral window
And the silhouette of a man
Sitting down in front of a big piano.
“He must be the one making that
Beautiful sound”, I say.

Knocking at the door near the
Small white window,
I feel my lungs collapse
As I gasp for dry air.
I can hear him say “Lucille?” repeatedly
So I continue to knock while I
Press my bloody palm against my face,
Hoping that it would make me warmer.
The man slowly opens the door
And I raise my head to greet him
With a smile.
I can see his eyes widen
As if a criminal is right in front of him
As he yells,  “good Lord, Lucille!
What happened to you?”

I feel my lips twitch as I open them
To say “beautiful melody.
At last, home.”
My eyes start to close and I
Open my arms to him in retirement.