Dark Soul's Shining Light.

Turbulent sky boils crimson sentient Rain threatens dark thunder's song Billowing wind's tempest mind of shadows Indiference to lies that bind headlessly A sorrowful soul sits alone on dark familar shores Lashed by fates cruel redemption Faced with the uncertainty of expectant lose Soul stands wearily accepting fate's decree Negative thought's of choatic despair Weighs down tomorrow's gift enlightment No angels to dream infinate light Only shadows cast by timeless wanderings No hope or saviour Only the sleep-like walk of numb paralisis Alone blending into landscape's forgotten RISE child, come to me, let go this place that binds you so, Hand of light glowing white and warm and strong lifts gentle the crippled soul that bleeds yesterdays torments. Looking up with dejected eyes the soul waits for the illusion to disapate and rematerialise as another ghost of thought's dark meanderings. CHILD Wake up come to me, let go this place that binds, Soul of low thoughts and dismal futures looks up surprised that it is still seeing this apperition before it, squeezes that which holds and is amazed at the warth that floods her slowly yet it is after all only a moment between thoughts and lassitude; it sinks back down into oblivion's slumbering embrace CHILD I WILL NOT GO AWAY, wake up and come to me,let go this place of broken dreams and falsity, deep in soul numbing slumber a soul returns to wakefulness annoyed at the insistant voice that some how resists dark and sorrowful dreamings; it stands ready to confront this apperition, to send it away to annoy some other poor soul but as it opens its eyes it sees before it a light shining impossible in this shadowed realm; to much to take it shys away seeking the known of its dreary existance Child it is time to free your self of this place, now is the time to breath once more the splendor of life that is yours by right and true heritage, no more shall you be able to accept this false truth you have regarded as living, for you have touched your own higher self and can not leave the experience unaffected; I am your Angel. Come take my hand and remember life's potential, be it harsh or be it beautiful,to balance with equal prosperity and fortitude. Come child, be one with me The lost soul looks deeply ito the apperition seeking the lies and half truths that lead it to this place and in seeking deeper and closer to the truth offered it did indeed start to find feelings of truth and love, far greater than any it had lived before. With out quite knowing what it was doing it gently slipped into that shining light and felt; the love and warmth and self acceptance, Shadows fled silently, no longer needed to teach this one the truth of it's heritage,  For it had become, at last, it's own true Self.reflections on lonely shores.....:) Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 12:02 AM PST   0 • 13