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Meet Me at The Cross Road

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Meet Me at The Cross Road

Meet me at the cross road and nurture my soul
Meet me at the cross road and make me whole
I woke up this morning in a somber mood
grasping the reality  of the rude awakening
that held me captive and cause disruption in the circle 
I held on to no one but  everyone was holding  my hand
My subconscious ventured out into the deep
Searching for the gigantic  mountain sheep  
with its big horn nestled  on its hairy head
It stood on  the mountain top  waiting for me 
We stared each other in the face 
and suddenly a strong power descended upon my head
I did not know who to tell so I curled up in my bed 
I wrap myself around the God above me
and I could feel his spirit breathing inside me
Tears streamed down my face
and my spirit entered a quiet place
I couldn't find consolation in anything
so I lost myself in children's tune and sang  until noon
The day slipped swiftly out of my hand
and night  descended rapidly upon the land
I took a short cut through the housing scheme
and ventured out into the dark park
with  a dim light streaming from my flash light 
The scent of ripe fruits saturated the air and the trees absorb the  aroma
There is something magnificent about nature in the dark
It speaks
I trod along the dark path and  something mystical appeared
A glittering light shone upon the marigold in the pitch dark
and pulled me over to its side and a voice rings out "meet me at the crossroad"
I picked a bunch of marigold and walk along the path until I reached the cross road
scary things happen in the woods at nights that can cause terrible fright
Flowers talking, dogs barking and cricket singing
Wild marigold nurturing my soul
Sending blood up and down my spine
Even at nights they shine their beautiful lights it was a magnificent sight
There is something about  tonight night that gives me a  wonderful thrill
Oh I feel like running up the hill and shout
The trees are silent the wind has perished
And the night rest calmly around me
The road goes this way and that way  then this way
I lie on the ground in the middle of the cross road
Penetrating the lavish clouds above me
The moon buried itself deeply in the clouds
And the night  embraced and mentored me
It took me somewhere that I have never been before
I stretched out my hands and reached for its hand
and a bright beam crossed the sky lifting me off the ground
propelling me to higher heights
its majestic navigating in the sky
measuring every crevice and corner
listing to  gossips and scrutinizing the agitators
It was a glorious splendor
A helicopter suddenly zoom across the sky searching for the bad guys
I landed back at the crossroad and waited patently for the order to roll
The order came and I continued my journey to another place
I waited for another sign to show mankind that god is  divine
Just as I crossed the bridge a patch of white flowers shouted at me in the dark
saying " remember me" I looked behind me but no one was there
so I walked over  and picked the white flowers that was glowing in the dark
With s bunch of marigold in my hand and a bunch of white flower in another
I finally crossed the road and made my way out of the mystical park.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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