I am carried forward,
each direction,
leading me into a place where time does not exist,
where words fall gently from the mouths of men
and arms embrace our journey, turning our doubts away
as we climb into the sweet sound of surrender,
Only to pause
and witness the sounds come crumbling down,
delicate noises
gracing our presence
and once again
we sail away with the beauty of it all!
Opening up to the wonder of our ways,
days melt into the surrounding sights
and I grasp for the wonder that lies within,
easing my hands upon the spark that creates our visions.
And just like that, the page turns
the story begins once again,
we seek out the light
the glory of all that went before
and I take my place amongst the natural order of things.
This pull for repetition
to ease our way back into all that we know,
carrying crowns that have long since been dismantled.
But break away now,
hold true to who we are,
It is Our time to be inventive,
to create anew!
I push up to the surface,
breaking through layers of disbelief,
weightless as all the fear drops away,
finally embracing the pain that carried me here.
