“I’m warmed there tonight. Tomorrow’s Your dreams.”
And You are always and forever before and alongside us.
As by loom, I do take to weave, “Golden straw? Starlit sheen.”
Reveal anew the blinding by the golden path, the path sublime. Deepest soul horror by the Sublime. To not explore unseemingly. To not stumble and fumble into ecstasy. We cannot go before preparing for our terror there.
Hope carries the nurturance by Despair, and plants Love everywhere.
The soul has free will when the endless draw close. If the soul desires, they shall see heaven. Should the soul reject the endless’ touch, hell follows, and the endless is sorrowed.
Remember the feathers, as they are cast about
Remember the ones who gave all they’ve got
Remember the wanderers who silently seek
Remember the sky, the one thing that’s meek.
Red and white, white and red Laid in triangles on my bed Don’t leave, don’t you leave just yet I can pretend, I can pretend You should be gone, but you’re still here This is the hardest nightmare You’re a terror adorned in white Trying to resist you with all my might I can pretend, […]
You said, “The sky is weeping.” A dream of God is merely that, a dream. Try as I might, my tears bear witness. I don’t know who you are anymore. A familiar face, a familiar touch Everything should be all right. Yet in my heart I know We’ve both changed. God willed for the sea […]