Breaking slowly all the walls
Of the silent twisting halls.
Looking for salvations door,
But that's not what the journeys for.
Ever creep down in the dark,
The walls are black, no longer stark.
Images show but are confused
Because perception has been abused.
Then it's there, the door, the light
Eternity is now in sight.
There she is in all perfection, 
But not showing in reflection.
She is felt with heart alone,
Your future is now etched in stone.
All confusion is now clear, 
Never ending bliss is here.

Morgan C.

 

 

 

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