Timeless, Forgetting all
in creation of a new soul.
I come.
Balanced between,
unto a world
where solace is sought;
peace, wintering
in broken solitude.
She is Coming!
Light!
It breaks over
through cracks of Heaven
Entering a stage given,
taken, once more.
Foundling…
a brother; sister – found,
enters a tableau
where darkness reigns.
Light!
She Comes.
In the winter, spring
pushes through.
Standstill
breath caught,
moments…
they come.
In the wilds of her heart and mind
she prepares.
Light!
She Comes…
even unto prayers and supplication
the work continues.
Rejoice!
She comes.
Upward, I float
and wait.
In that utter, wrecked
downward turn
all seems lost,
patent dreams and crusted agony
the only way out, is forward.
She comes!
Light!
It is here.
Soul To The World 