Evangaline

A cosmic elegy for loneliness that turns into a quiet rebirth

Evangeline

Drifting in cold dark space.

My body disconnected– my mind spins– like a dreidel I twirl.

With no way to stop–nothing to brace me– all I do is twirl.

It should not have been,

but the spinning came to an end.

As if a spirit or God had had enough of my uncoordinated tango.

Stars shimmered far

bright with colors of metals–silver and gold.

Planets held space like gems of a dark forgotten mine,

glowing emeralds, rubies and sapphires of all kind.

I wait for a sound, for wisdom to speak.

Alas, I am left with thoughts treacherous and bleak.

“A galaxy full of stars and I end up alone.”

A breath, a sound, a response filled my head,

Aligned with the moment where I felt better off dead.

“I am here.”

I looked around with eyes that could not see.

I felt you there,

so it had to be.

“I am here but you are where?”

Summoned before me, something beautiful and rare.

A gypsy like woman with flowing red hair.

Amethysts for eyes,

rubies for lips.

“I see, you are there, beautiful and fair.”

Teeth as bright as the stars shined through.

She nodded, knowing my words were true.

“You have been drifting for ages.”

“I thought I was left all alone, please tell me what to call you so I can know home.”

“Evangeline.”

I sighed a weight having lifted,

closing my eyes while off I drifted.

Drifting in space, with little life left.

I found my new home

with my last breath—