Light

There is a light in my heart
my soul can feel
When I close my eyes
and sit to kneel
My wandering mind finds peace and retires
The wheels stop turning of chaos and desires
Joy turns to happiness , Pain to relief
The excitement dies down, Sanctity relives
Everything is so bright, so clear, so pure
Why was I afraid, so dark, so unsure
Love or Hate, Good or Bad
Mine or Yours, Happy or Sad
Either way it ceases to matter
I see a face smiling at me
I know all this long it's been watching me
I have no clue who could it be
Is it someone I know or met before
My guiding star. angel or soulmate
Or could it be just my faith
However I call it, I know it's true
I am fine as long as I have you

Comments

  1. KimiAugust 10, 2010 at 8:50 AM

    Written on 08/17/2005

    This is my finest piece of inspiration

    ReplyDelete
  2. KimiJuly 13, 2011 at 9:39 PM

    I don't think I can write like this ever again

    ReplyDelete

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