Cleansing

Mar 26, 2006 19:58

I look for the silver linings to ride on the skies
Counting back from ten in rhythmically imperfect time
Hoping that this perforated being in front of me will meld
To support sights of doves dancing in ways to be held

"Mercy! Mercy," I cry seeing those crooked lines
Jumping, triumphant at the regression of the mind's eye
Looking through a past so glorious as never to be shed
And finding within it a greater future that is CERTIAN to lie ahead

Dance, rejoice, and understanding the implications
Fall back, revert - to times without fruitless copulation
No longer held back by the weakness of minds
No longer pulled back by unwanted tides

I will still cast my shadows, but without a doubt
Light blazing behind me giving off a conscious clout
Beaming brightly out of every neuron and living fiber
It is with an undying passion that is greater than any desire

It is with these bated breaths that I respire
But it is not a nervousness that causes me to perspire
It's this hope that breeds with it the heated love of others
A community of loving sons and daughters, fathers and mothers

We accomplish in roles pasted across all of the heavens
To the task we rush and exult as we at once become leavened
We scream our deafening roars of truth to those so quiet
And with a bright, earnest warmth, the shake off the drab and silent

A unity is created on an earth that was once so remised
And my eyes can finally close knowing that they feel and know true bliss
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