Thursday, September 3, 2009
the life of a boy
the life of another
trying to be the light of one's soul
a light, a guide, even a fight
to lighten the darkness,
in one's path,
to home, love, and happiness.
steps taken,
little but moving,
down a hole.
he became the ladder,
he became the arrows,
he became the stars,
enveloping the 'one' with 'light'
light of warmth,
company,
love,
like how the moon is enveloped by the stars.
He would like to become anything..
as long as the soul's secured,
cherished.
The boy, regardless of what comes may,
he's trying desperately, to be the light,
to read that story,
to accompany it,
regardless the distance,
regardless the situation.
He'd never let go of that book,
all the more he wants to be the cover now,
the cover of one's life,
to be one of her joys of life,
to hold the pages together,
to shield,
to protect,
to caress that life with a soft touch,
to make things better,
drowning the sorrows,
the darkness,
so that steps taken are clearer,
and more so confident,
in order to conquer,
to retrieve what is lost.
Overcome that fear dear,
of going further,
the boy far off is watching,
his hands reaching out to you,
take it,
and hold it tight,
he'll fight with you
he'll run with you
he'll walk the distance to you, with you
he'll carry you if you can't afford another step
he'll try..the best he can..
..I promise
Blink 6:14 AM
I'm gone