The Voices Across Poles

It's vivid, as I tumble in the twilight.

The rhythm, which engaged me swoons.

The notions I swore, as I descend 

In the darkness.

The reminiscences 

From my memory wand, 

Of my existence, 

Flicks in those instants.

It's murky, it's threatening.

As I Learnt throbs of the ramp,

I dozed peacefully, 

In a safe zone with voices of assurances.

While I mature in magnitude 

And connotation.

I hear vocalists, and I sense pain.

The gloominess intensified,

The serenity was tyrannical.

I strolled into unknown territory, 

Beyond the glare with contentment 

And passion.

The distress, the dispositions were

 Unusual for me.

I sustained by surviving as the parasite,

In a mysterious womb of an angel.

Time is anonymous to me.

But I unfolded the darkness,

I strode into a realm, beyond the 

Dark with anticipations.

The poem is about the voices of two souls that reside across the poles the death and birth.