You signaled the dawn and twilight of epochs
You were for particular seasons
You lightened up the firmament
You basked in the euphoria of your light
You light the festivities.
This was before the festival of sorrows
By your lethal cousin
Leaving a lake of blood for tears to flow.
You must lie low for now
Lest people mistake your identity
Your destiny has been cracked
By circumstances beyond your control.
Here comes the familiar touch
This time your touch seem severe
Trees bend to your magisterial touch
Leaves bow in submission
Shrubs that choose to be cold to your touch
Shall surely be uprooted
Roofs chatter and acknowledge your touch
Your sight keeps shutters and ingresses closed
Yet you find your way in
Whispering past everything in sight
You embrace me, I retreat
I sheathe myself in apparels and gears
I make you feel unwelcome
Yet your presence pervades the room
I shiver all over
As I welcome the familiar stranger.