The Pompei Lady, Wondering

The Pompei Lady,

staring at me

with black, unmoving eyes,

bitting her pencil,

her eyes fixed on me,

her spirit, elsewhere.

The Pompei Lady,

wondering what the future will bring.

The Pompei Lady,

my twin from the distant past.

Her eyes burning black holes

in the mist of confusion

my life has become.

The Pompei Lady,

unsmiling but kind

opening a path of light 

for me to exit exile

and rediscover pleasure and hope.

Forget the frozen,

angry gaze of a bad dream

that lasted for so many months,

a black hole

where my life energy disappeared.

The Pompei Lady,

inviting me to recompose myself

and leave your ghost behind.

Forever.

The Pompei Lady,

filling my body and spirit

with hot, singing blood again.

Cubicles of ice

melt under her meditative gaze

and things shift back

into their proper place.

Like me.

(c) Haris Metaxa, April 2017