Setting Your Soul Free
Rich yellows and reds sweep across the low sky.
A certain line drawn between day and night.
Watching a distant star way up high.
Forever gazed in to its eternal glowing light.
The rich deafening sounds that hold a distant memory;
A Memory of the past, or may be, a past life;
As the crisp frozen air brushes through a willing fir tree
My mind carves my surroundings like a sculptures knife.
The trickling brook reflects the glowing crescent moon
Flowing gently over the rocks that lead the way
I watch as it flows in to the misty but majestic lagoon.
How wonderful it is to feel the fresh water spray.
The last ray of the sun fades over the distant horizon
It was like a switch as the infinite stars acted as a night light.
My surrounding clear, as if there was a midnight-sun.
A new perspective, a new life waiting patiently to ignite.
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