Raptures of the depths

Raptures of the depths

Had I heard

Or my mind played me tricks
Had I sensed it
The drag
Or my head is just messed up

Faded whispers
Hushes extinct
Deadness in the plainest of terms
The rush of silence that’d followed
It was deafening
A lot too loud

It almost became rhythm
The faded breaths becoming lyrics
Both twined into melody
Birthing a strange tune
Soothing to my ears
Pleasing to my soul

Then it all vanished
From my head that is
The heights faded
Fear swept away
And the breeze that’d been still
Became a whirlwind then

I was caught in
Hardly a moment left to comprehension
Expanses shrunk
And in a most beckoning of voices
I heard the call
T’was mother
Earth...

Her voice
The gentlest whisper
Her scent
Brought roses to mind
Her tune
A calm assurance
A call to eternity
T’was all it sang of

“…Come.”

The mountains became plains
The plains, slopping runways
The hedges..
Rows of daises endlessly on
The wind stopped then
And as I plucked out a daisy
I felt the plunge
Down and off
My foot left the cliff

Into the depth I sank
Silence played the melody
Ever soft I sank lower still
Dark settled defiantly as ever
Played the peddling lead never better
The depths sang

A different tune this time
Her voice still warped about my head
Playing me a solo
Reassuring, I hardly believed
It was sonorous
I heard naught no longer

“Come, I will catch..”

She promised
It’d been too calm
To have been a lie
It’d been too soft
To be a hoax

Her voice
The melody of her song
The sooth of her tune
It’d been a perfect lie

“Come…”

It’d been the third call
Her last call
It’d been the magic
Her wound spell
It’d worked
Right in time

As the tugs settled
It’d called
I’d heeded
As my senses sprang to life
I’d heeded to her

“Come…”

T'was all I could hear now
All that reverberated
It was all of music
All my soul craved
It was a call to the deep

I tumbled
Shut my eyes to living
The daisy slipped off my finger
A stray petal brushed my cheek
I grasped unto nothing
Her cord groped
My neck stiffened

I breath once more
The last it had been
Time ceased
I faded into the mares
Becoming your memory

'Siyah

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