My soul is crying,
the darkness is strong,
pulling, pushing, vying
for my soul song.
Let silence descend
upon this night,
let my spirit blend
with crescent moon’s sight.
My light is burning
though doubt brought pain,
still my heart is yearning
for love's perfect reign.
My soul is crying,
yet I stand tall,
while the old is dying,
I heed my soul’s call.
Very bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteMy interpretation of this poem is that it is about a tug-of-war between the soul and darkness.
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Your words are poignant, raw and beautiful The repetition of my soul is crying really carves in my heart. But it is also a poem of hope and strength
ReplyDeleteJava Bean: "Ayyy, this sure does sound like the kind of night when I might go outside, think better of barking at the dark, and ask to come back inside instead ..."
ReplyDeleteDon't let the darkness take your song just look at that radiant moon and follow it's light. Definitely, waiting for love's perfect reign.
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