Whispered Wanderings

In the silence of her darkened chambers
she wanders – lonely, an ethereal figure,
her only nod to reality the sparkling lavaliere
dangling delicately from her neck.

A numinous moment, adduced by silvery
moonlight, flows down upon her fallow heart;
as once again she feels inscrutable stirrings of
hiraeth in her soul: a solitary gift outright.

Not an eleemosynary act, this. So precious,
otherworldly; so complicated yet so
simple, this peace she has found inside:
in the silence of her darkened chambers.

klm
6/1/24-6/2/24

[My response to a recent challenge, to write a poem using these words: lavaliere, hiraeth, fallow, numinous, adduce, and eleemosynary.]