Inevitably it came
I was a child
sunk visibility
cannot escape
first a mystery
then a haunting
devoured courage
it left me to an ocean
grip on to the drift wood
the ocean of turbulent mass
I was left to find my own voice
firs crying than waning subbing
it's impassive blackness terrifies
but no long longer devastating
I have looked into vast darkness
and found softness in it's texture
tolerating misunderstood fear
remaining still to be discovered
it's never been the sauce of fear
it became the surrogate blame
of consciousness we can't control
the real darkness we disown
for fear of facing the mirror
the soft velvety darkness
only sits silently entraps
the ripples of thoughts
inexhaustible beauty
original existence
next to Light
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TEMPLES-OF-LIGHT |
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