When my mood swings to the black,
I know it will be awhile before I’m coming back.
It always seems to be raining when she visits.
It’s not that bland rain that goes away easily,
It does not seem to be falling, it just persists,
It’s a constant force that conspires against me.
My Persian cats Esmerelda and Fifi freeze,
And then become agitated near the back door.
As my thoughts are blown away on the gentle breeze.
I’ll forget to feed them as I have done before.
The dogs down the street seem to change their howling sound.
It sounds like “warroull”, it’s not their usual bark.
Every living thing that flies or walks on the ground,
Knows and welcomes her into this palace of dark.
Soon there is the soft tapping on the window pane,
There she is again, the dark neatly dressed lady.
She is not covered in water despite the rain,
My failing drifting mind ignores the irony.
She is dressed from head to toe completely in black.
Her face is completely covered with a black veil.
She is beckoning me and I cannot come back,
I go to places only she can reveal.
I call her Miss Veil, she is now part of me.
Although it is pouring she asks me to follow,
It ‘s a walk void of time, down to the endless sea,
Where there is no sunlight today or tomorrow.
Walking into the grey waters I pray for peace.
Perhaps one glorious day the tapping will cease.