Afraid to Dream

Afraid to Dream

Darkness slow, but then quick light.
Fears of mind keep up the fight.

A mind feels so empty, yet it is so full.
Pains will come to push, Shadows might come to pull.

Humans fear most what they do not know.
Never known until they enter, who is the true greatest foe.

Pushing away what can bring peace, be pure.
Whether it creates or destroys, always unsure.

Harder to stay, easier to let free.
Almost impossible to keep control and see.

Let go.

Never, Before, Always

Never, Before, Always

Here we are.

There we have been.

Now we will be.

Hard times approach.

Bad times depart.

Here we are alone.

There we have been unaided.

Now we will be together.

Someone will appear.

Untrue someones will be gone.

Here we are alone continuously.

There we have been unaided endlessly.

Now we will be together occasionally.

All hope seems lost.

Hope never can, or will be gone,

But only misplaced.

Here we are alone continuously,

Never

There we have been unaided endlessly,

Before.

Now we will be together occasionally,

Always.



Sonlight

Sonlight

The Red, orange shroud rests behind the mountain.

Darkness depletes itself in a time.

People fear Darkness.

Lakes of people ride the waves of sunlight.

Each ray moves them closer to the distant shore.

The cold air leaves as the warm air arrives.

But as the far sands are approached, the cold wind returns.

The morning has come and midday is gone.

Thoughts of night start to creep ever so slowly.

Many people fear the night, but not you.

You know that the Son will return soon.

You will be warm once again.

You know that friends will be there on the shore.

You will embrace them.

So you just keep riding the waves day by day,

Until you reach the sand,

And then the Son will stay forever.

No More Darkness.

Light on Blue

Light on Blue

Life desires to stream by,

Like the shimmering colors in the river that do catch ones eye.

The sight can only be enjoyed so long,

Before the rapids push it onward strong.

Sometimes the water moves slow enough that is seems to stay,

Though that glittering beauty always will fade away.

Some people try chasing this artwork all the day,

But when night comes they find that this river flows into

A dark, black bay.

If only they had remembered what they already knew,

That the light would come back tomorrow because it is the

Sun that creates a light on this water so blue.



I was partially inspired to write this from Our Town, and from some other life experiences :)