Wind whispers barren secrets
To the empty night
Light-filled clouds hide
The darkness within
The egg of creation
Mysteries hold the truth
Of what gestates
Shall we speak over it
Or allow it
To be
This sacred being growing
Does your soul really need
So much directing
Or is it our role
To hold back the tides
So it can go
In the freedom
It was meant
To know
Eternally
Softening its heart
To trust
Bringing balance
To an universe
Expectant
Of someone to save it
It sings softly
It’s you
It’s you, love
You’re the savior
And the thief
As long as you believe
Anything but everything
Can support the vastness
Of your waking dream
About the Creator
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Eyes fluttered open slowly, to the sickening screech of metal on metal echoing in his ears, blurring the awareness between reality and the rapidly fading dream, not knowing which had roused him from his sleep. In the haze his memory felt fuzzy. He didn’t remember boarding the train. The gentle ongoing rumble threatened to lull him back into the drowsy space between worlds, but his eyes suddenly fixed on a face in the seat in front of him: a woman with dark hair and fine features, her hazel eyes darting around anxiously above cheeks flushed with worry. Life had worn her in comparison to the memory he held in his mind, but he would have known her anywhere.
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