Souls light

Billions of minds, aware of the spark of awareness conscious of the veils,

She hasn’t heard the silver tones of seeing everything, yet

With her eyes to the stars, the wind raising her hair in enchanted trails,

She yearns for the magic long denied to her, shackled in chains of sorrow,

Hearing the call of heaven on the wind, through the skies, on to the morrow.

The purple haze deepening to a more somber black, the vault above blurs.

And like beacons on the shore for lost mariners of souls infinity, the stars

Frame the feathery wisps of midnight black that move as if the air

Were ocean currents softly encompassing the strands of hair.

Eyes of shining keenness capturing the beauty of eternity above

Reflecting the quest within, a search for the soul, a search for love

The dark of eternity captured within a mind unaware, yet equally vast.

The chorus of voices reach her ears, flooding her awareness past

Any point of return, she clings on to her faith and finds

The rock of her life, her beliefs, no longer binds

Her to herself, set free to reach beyond the end of the universe,

Or the depths of her soul, both unfathomable, for hers

Is a mind unique, an ocean contending to deal with rigid lands.

Speaking to pebbles with diluted waves, moulding the sands.

To love is to hate

Right was Wilde when he wrote that we destroy the ones we love. To love someone, you betray your innermost dreams to them. Among close friends this knowledge of inner aspirations exists as well. This blithe trust is sacred; for it can easily be manipulated to destroy a person.

When their deepest faults or indeed, a perception of their faults are rendered back to them, just so lightly seasoned with facts unwittingly provided, the bond of trust can be torn apart. With this destruction of trust, coldness is fostered, stemming from the hurt of betrayal.

A reticent person, after slowly opening up to someone with a like mind, is hurt the most by such wanton misplacement of trust. Why then do we end up hurting the ones we love? Is it a fear of rejection, or a fear of the future, the unknown? One will never know.