Firewalking

I have watched the sun pour fire into a glistening lake I have heard a miracle born as mornings line did break I have seen a thousand angels living in this world I have survived as feeble cries were ignored and never heard but it was when your gentle hand caressed my rivers bed, shooting for the spiritual I couldn’t care if i was dead brushing off the peelings of dread and helplessness, holding on for sobs to stop breaking in my chest kaleidoscopes of love are thrashing through my veins, filling every capillary and adrenaline’s attained for all that I had searched it was buried deep inside and now that its unearthed I know I can survive all through the fights and conflicts as life and love have crossed, I always felt alone and sometimes thought I lost but now with love of life my shield and spear do shine, and I stroll onto this lonely road but all our steps are still in time I’ll see you in the summer as white roses bloom again, and a stream of fire will flow from the ink within my pen