A moment relatively rare,
rarer noticed
A spectacle only for the
ones sleepless
And for the ones truly
patient and curious
For it's predictability of
a blooming Cereus
It's the journey of a
creature so fierce
However discreet, barely
anyone hears
The sky turns into a
blazing crimson
Clouds stained with hues
like paint on cotton
The chariot sunk, light
was near depletion
Shifting every vista into
this nocturne
And if you intently listen
for a movement
There is music of
instruments to never be learnt
Soon darkness would come a
s near
To the point when you
can't quite hear
The loud yet gentle
strides of a stranger
Lucky you'd be to see her
wander
Even luckier to know her
nom de guerre
For no humanly name would
suit this creature
The stranger would walk
along paths alone
Not to be greeted, no
expressions shown
There is no need to pity
this one forlorn
As she would only come,
and next be gone
Vivifying forgotten scions
and seeds sown
Then down the next road of
the unknown
The stranger continued on
her quest
Striving in her journey
from east to west
She need not to stop; need
no rest
Just as long as her will
and strengths last
No hardship too severe for
this task
In the dim light the stars
and moon cast
On some nights someone
would look out a window
And watch her revive the
lives torn by sorrow
Because of this, too, he
who once was hollow
For the first time he was
enraptured for tomorrow
For he knows after she
passed, what would follow
Is the day when dying
dreams are allowed to grow
As the stranger's journey
came to a closing
A warm light slowly came
flooding
The beams against her
trails complementing
Shadows disappearing, the
traveller, too, dissolving
The bloody-like clouds
seemed burning
No sooner they would turn
cool and calming
All the while as she was
vanishing
She made a promise of soon
returning
