Spirit

Whirling, twirling, silvery dream.

In front of me almost touching.

So far away, on the edge of consiousness.

Gleaming, beaming, inside of me.

 

A ghost that I can't turn away.

Something playing the strings to

the instrument which is my soul.

Who are you, gathered in this circle?

 

Yearning, for a clearing in this

fog, spiritual block that keeps me

from you....

Push away, tear away.

 

Etheral lights shining on my face.

Casting shadows of dancing figures.

They crowd my weary mind.

Beckoning me upward rather than onward.

 

Push away, tear away.

They call for this.

Straining their energies.

Attempting to free me from my

Desert Kingdom..

 

Reviews

[Adeline]

This is pretty cool, it's like a search for one's self almost, to me anyways. Nice job, keep writing! :)