Escape.

Lightning strikes ever so often
To break the tranquility,
And the pieces of my selective life.
Interwoven with magic and love
With more missing ingredients and pain.
Love was never subtle,
It burst into the room with confidence
Like fireworks in the black sky,
Only leaving a hanging smoke
In its noisy aftermath.
I blink and it transforms
Into a wondrous valley,
Filled with flowers and thorns.
And then the illusion vanishes
Effervescent like the feeling
That inspired it,
I am engulfed by the
Deafening silence, once again.