In the journey for eternal contentment
Where is the voice of knowingness
Facing the door of illusion
In the ever seeming war
Of confronting insecurity, standing hesitantly before
Anxiety, pain, forlorn.
A soft caress from the
distance
Peeks through the door
Is it merely a shadow
or something more
Her soul already knows
Afraid to lose control
Is she to believe
Or dismiss what lies before
The ringing words "nothing risked nothing
gained"
leave a mark of readiness, it softly
implores
to seek beyond the mundane
life
And instead grasp and behold
the very remedy to soothe one's
soul
The Craving
Oh love...how I longed for your soothing
touch
and yet I figured that would never be
enough
how much I wish you were here with
me
I crave your spirit
yet I know it's enveloped in sweet
madness
delicate beauty
lasting gladness
Be my light and my rest.
The Door of Reason
I sought a door of reason
and found it closed to the depth of my
uncertainty
I turned to volatile love
and found myself laying in the same place
I stood before
Yet a feeling of loneliness
implored
to open myself up to the
present
and dismiss the past and
future
because the memories and forgotten
dreams
serve me no more
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