Do not fret my son,
For the inky depths of night
are false.
The sun with all it's power and glory,
stalks the shadows and lurks behind every black veil.
Waiting to break the blanket of black,
Illuminating all in sight.
When the velvety cloak of darkness swallows you,
remember,
Illumination is waiting to permeate the bleak
and bask you in the light.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
Do not fret my son,
For the inky depths of night
are false.
The sun with all it's power and glory,
stalks the shadows and lurks behind every black veil.
Waiting to break the blanket of black,
Illuminating all in sight.
When the velvety cloak of darkness swallows you,
remember,
Illumination is waiting to permeate the bleak
and bask you in the light.