Your space

by

Mark Ian Martin

its dark so dark, so cold so frail
the sun comes up, to show us how
the time we live, does not stand still
the water runs through our veins to feel

the energies flow, we walk on air
tracking memories, for us to share
the moon is dark, so black not whole
the star gate twinkles, for us to hold

physic power, or maybe light
visions of loneliness, caught in the night
time travel, fiction to you it maybe
caught up in awareness, spirit so free

sense of just floating, body just light
into a rain storm, caught in the night
fire does not burn, it tries to behold
flakes that are falling, making it cold

weakness is strenght, the strong try to mark
a place that is empty, out in the dark
out of my body, i give it to you
never ever wanted, this feeling so new

free as a spirit, free to just float
no darkness or evil, no castle no moat
life of just freedom, easy to feel
no wanting no greed no need for soft steel

you found your own body
no physical pain, no skin or no torture
no eyes or no brain
nothing thats needed,to be as just one
with our life infinty, a life thats begun.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Faces
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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