These words are some which one might leaven,
Feelings inside will one day swell,
Becoming one with that which we call heaven,
Or damning oneself to eternal hell.
Love is something one must bleed,
The path is broad though never straight,
Hopefully one has a certain creed,
For one to capture one’s own fate.
One must shine their soul vastly bright,
For the clock has signaled of the time to retire,
Surely one wants to open eyes to light,
Rather than feel skin scorched with interminable fire.
Now realize, it has come the time,
For one to dazzle more vividly than the sun,
In the distance those bells will chime,
For the race has come to an end, and thou has won.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2007