Visionary

 

How deeply did those eyes reach into me,

What horrors and confession they drew from me!

In such an ease of way, that nothing mattered, but the warm bath 

Lapping my sins into a whiter, paler colour 

Compelled, I spoke of shame 

They offerd no restoration 

But I was becoming cleaner, lighter.

And staring back, 

 I felt as if I could only see so far

Cloudy swirls would not receed and I grew desperate for connection.

The more I confessed, the more I moved a little deeper

But with all I could possibly remember; 

As light as a feather and white as the clouds, 

I saw no further. 

I began to despair!

Eyes closed, 

I worship

Blindly.

Hoping.

Calm. 

Almost 

Free 

 

 

 

How deeply did those eyes reach into me

What horrors and confession they drew from me

In such an ease of way that nothing mattered but the warm bath 

Lapping ny sins into a whiter colour 

Compelled i spoke of shame 

They offerd no restoration 

But i was becoming cleaner, lighter.

And staring back I felt as if i could only see so far

cloudy swirls would not receed and i grew desperate for connection 

The more I confessed I moved a little deeper

But with all I could possibly remember 

As light as a feather and white as the clouds

I saw no further 

I began to despair 

Eyes closed 

I worship 

Blindly

Hoping 

Calm 

Almost 

Free 

 

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allets's picture

Confession, Good For . . .

"I have come to tell you all" - back from the grave, this is what is there. Here, we must be human and err and seek understanding - a cleansing of sorts, forgiveness optional. Sans patronizing, sans aloofness, sans parade ~ allets ~

 


 

 

burkej1h's picture

though we search, it always

though we search, it always seems to be just slightly beyond our reach... that eternal flame