Anger. Hurt.
Confusion. Shock.
Detachment from awareness, I was vulnerable.
The Dark Place was able to shake me again.
"Darkness cannot survive in the presence of light."
I was fearing a disturbing reality
until the salvation of light pulled stronger.
Your soul, my soul, manifesting connection in light.
You are light in my life; light in my life is you.
Never again will I see the moonlight reflected in your eyes,
But looking to the sky, the moon and starts have a new luminosity.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
Anger. Hurt.
Confusion. Shock.
Detachment from awareness, I was vulnerable.
The Dark Place was able to shake me again.
"Darkness cannot survive in the presence of light."
I was fearing a disturbing reality
until the salvation of light pulled stronger.
Your soul, my soul, manifesting connection in light.
You are light in my life; light in my life is you.
Never again will I see the moonlight reflected in your eyes,
But looking to the sky, the moon and starts have a new luminosity.
Another spinoff from my Dear You, poem. Just experimenting with incorporating spirituality in my writing, and I didn't remotely like anything else I wrote tonight.
