Obsession

Obsession tires of me
A calming of age
Becoming
Signified.
I feel calm and free
Sweet dreams of starlight
Now go free.

I shall not stalk the skies for signs
My flighty bolts of lightning
Earthed into receptive
mother field...and
Scorched earth recovery
Revived by remembered rain.

Fallow fields killing dreams
Barren stony seeds
Concupiscence denied
Moving forward from
May to December
Is far easier in
Autumn.

Orion clutches his bow
Across tantalising star shot skies
I recall the best and worst
Of times...
Overflowing my
mind's brimming eye.

And ninety nine and one
Different reasons
Come home to roost
At last.

I see constellations of
Conflagrations brandishing
Courage
No longer cold cruelty
Indifferent

Black rind pepper slate sky
White dwarves swarming
Its ribbed velvet oblivion
Challenging us to overcome
Fresh obligations

No more day dreaming
Night skies
nightmares tidily raked
Cornered, tethered to
Obsidian stables.

Let them paw and whinny
Their cloven hooves can't
Bother me anymore
Even in sleep.

I kiss the spiraling milky horns
Of fluorescent unicorns
in unbelievably bright
Universes.

And my eyes behold
And hoard distant
Star light
Of all Times,
And
Every Space
Conceived.

Coming into my
Own, ...at last
Obsession
Bereaved of its
Best victim.

Sweet reckoning,
A  loss of certainty
outcomes undecided
And
A wondering
Acceptance
Reborn.

© Amrita Valan 2015