The Visitant

When Hades is suddenly calling
- enthralling but unproposed - 
startled by the feeling of falling
I slamshut my eyes revocably closed
feeling the air move yet cannot see
an invisible moth flutteringkissing me
overcome by overflow
of love that won't show
its face 

but the smell is intoxicating
the thrill exhilarating
wond'ring who are you, and where
take me by my warm hand and I'll be there
soft whisper all the while
disoriented I happily smile
feelin' the voltage of movin' air
fully aware
this is my tear


I.A.m