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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
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Here is one of the most emotional times of my life. And this poem was inspired by a special friend that pulled me out of the darkness. Hope you like. Ominous Thoughts My body slumbers; yet my soul is restless I look down, only to see a vessel; Then complete darkness Looking around; spiraling colors; time shifting; stillness I find myself in the past I look upon myself Alone among friendly faces Thoughts, my thoughts, are heard Dark thoughts that would rival the purest soul I'm ripped from the scene and flung into another reality The world is ominous No laughter; only stillness The sky holds no stars Dismal A bright flash; blinding in intensity Senses become overwhelmed As my balance takes flight; stumble Solitude? I'm I to spend eternity here The light grows faint in the sky It's calling to me Slowly standing; I watch the alluring light in awe Such peacefulness; I must see it up close My hand reaches up into the sky; The light is within grasp, Blackness; then chaos I'm torn from that place I am soaring in the sky My wings are spread the air fills my lungs The terrain is calm Land near a small pond, I fill my mouth with cool water But my reflection? What is wrong with my image? My dove purity fades As my feathers darken The blue sky is overtaken by thundering clouds My purity is lost in the evaporating water As my appearance becomes that of a blackbird Panic overtakes My being once again The once peaceful terrain trembles with fear It's my fault I take flight; into the thundering clouds The alluring light appears again With great haste, I move forward But the light moves away from me "Come back" my soul yells My wings fail I fall from the sky Death is imminent I close my eyes "Open your eyes" I hear from a strange, but friendly, voice I look up and see A figure against the clouds Offers a hand to help I take his hand "Who are you" But the wanderer remain silent He points to the sky The alluring light comes nearer As I float up into the light, I look back And see the figure once again as these ominous thoughts are purged by the light Light goes null I awaken from my slumber Ridden of those ominous thoughts Thanks to a wanderer of reality The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship." --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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