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The Glow

My heart is bleeding but no blood is dripping
My spirit is crying but no tears are flowing
The trees are moving but the wind is not blowing
A low feeling came over today that led my spirit astray
It rocked my emotion and caused some internal commotions
No guns or bullets were firing outside
But a big war was raging on the inside
It is not the war you hear when
The oil tanker is riding close by your side
It is the love you feel when it’s been deprived
It is love that burns from body to crown
And no one knows where you will be bound
No water can cool it, no extinguisher can put it out
And only one person knows what this turmoil is all about
It is a longing that is rare; it is a longing that everyone fears
I am not supposed to feel emotions 
And I am not supposed to cry, 
so no one can quite the longing that is burning inside
Love begat love and hate begat hate
You must have breakfast before it is too late
When your spirit is soaring above the gate
A multitude of clowns are riding around the town
But there is still nothing plausible to be found
I thought about everything for a while 
And sometimes it deepens the courage inside
When my spirit is still and I feel the thrill
I see a glimpse of the glow
that is a part of this long winding show
And the evening with its speeding light 
is lingering gingerly by my side, 
And the desires that you feel when
Your spirit is deeply in need
It’s the kind of feelings that you get
When heaven is riding on earth 
And you are living the realistic part of you. 
It is that part of you that will convict you all the way through 
And when the power is riding above you
It will stand up and walks rounds around you
And tell you the real truth about you
The night is thundering upon me
And the valentine’s colors are sparkling around me
White and red, black and white and pure white
Are threading around in the plaza and around the town
While London is walking in its leather gown
And Paris is looking at me with a frown
I want to be a part of it  
but something keeps pulling me away from it
The evening with all its organized events
Is having a sabbatical around the bend
It is cognizant of the energy that is circulating inside
And it is deepening the conscious on both sides
You are trying to reach out to somebody but no one is there
 It is the way you feel when heaven is in despair 
And the lost sheep is on a long journey towards its home
And my soul is buried on high seat on the throne
I feel, I love, I pardon and I cry
So don’t be too shy, when you see the glow
You will know that it is time to go.
The glow is a part of the show.

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