In the grace of night unfettered
A thousand points of light
Burning across my vision
A thousand, thousand points
Alone in my room, in silence
Keeping my own secrets
Tasting my own breaths
Knowing, I am truly all alone
There are no arms to hold me
No whispers in my ear
No one to comfort me
There is no one here but me
Lying quiet, I begin to think
There's no I in "alone"
How many are there
Feeling the same as I do now?
So in the dark I close my eyes
Allowing just a spark
Sending up a signal
To dark corners of my mind
Drawn from deep in imagination
A picture of my love
In a room so far away
Waiting patiently for my whisper
"Tell me all your dreams," I say
"Show me imperfections."
Perfect love is boring
Perfect is keeping secrets silent
For the one waiting out there
This will be our secret
Bring your imperfections
And come lay beside me in the dark
The human soul is a life force unto itself, Some are bright, vibrant, powerful, passionate and many are old. There are those souls that are wounded & scarred, some dimmed. Nevertheless...they are souls. The ancient myth is correct: our eyes are the portals to our souls, In our eyes, we see pain, passion, hate, love, strength, kindness. Each soul is unique, and ours to cherish and hold.
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