My Lyrical Enlightenment: Her Voice

[m.n.i.w]

My head spins like a dreidel in December.
Seeking God's grace while laying in bed like an open casket.
Waiting for His resurrection like it's Easter Sunday.
At mercy to the Devil's work by Monday.
Looking up to the skies for stars to shine through the moonlight.
Similar to the way we search for rainbows after the storm.
I'm wandering lost in this cold Tundra.
Still waiting for the rainbow to form.
How ironic the world can be a reflection of Hell.
Sometimes scorching, blazing bearing temperatures unbearable.
Igniting my inner fire until unleashed with wicked eruptions setting ablaze everything along its avenue.
Only a cool substance can stop the reigning terror eluded.
Many cold-hearted inhabitants on this land.
Those frigid temperatures are negated with the presence of a specimen of pure divinity.
The type that serves as a reassurance that life is worth patience.
Worth living every second cherishing blessings.
A voice that resonates with hymns and gospels.
My lyrical enlightenment.
It is my light to the darkness.
It is my safe haven from the surrounding destruction.
It is the emancipation of my soul bounded by incarceration.
It is my fire to the blistering cold.
It is my shelter from this pyromaniac world in which I'm a resident.
It is the jazz to my heart when it beats to the rhythm of blues.
She turns my mountains to hills.
Her asthmatic beauty is breathtaking and at the same time, fuels the air I breathe.
It is the entrancing grace of her voice that illuminates the darkness and allures stability into my world.
Her beauty calls out to my soul.
And the divine tune that she expels through her essence is nothing short of magical.

[theirishsea]

Interesting poem with a rhythmic pulse.

I do wonder though if these lines are in conflict:

Her asthmatic beauty reduces my lung capacity and efficiency.
It is the entrancing grace of her voice that illuminates the darkness and allures stability into my world.

Her asthmatic beauty is an interesting idea but it connotes a sicklied beauty. Maybe you want that shade of meaning. The physiological imagery turns me off----like those TV drug commercials that espouse a cure for arthritis or whatnot and have rotten side effects like nausea, vomiting, high blood pressure and death.