Five steps from here,
In profound darkness;
Enveloped with shades of black,
I see a soft beacon of light.
Four steps from here,
In the dim space where I stand;
Gazing in the flicker of that light,
My veins pulsing so tight.
Three steps from here,
I saw great gods of power;
One creator, one destroyer,
Awe playing with my senses.
Two steps from here,
As the gods fall down;
I was left alone in the light
An image pulled me forward.
One final step from here,
The image materialized;
Looked at me and left me,
With a Rose Frosted Smile.
April 9,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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