Entrails to prophecies
In retrospect the soul that is left benign to seek solitude cradled in the divine. Searching for improvement within an individual the reflection in the mirror is truly mine.
Less the word observed rendered upon the landscape
Equal in our measure
The shortest day it’s light shall be like treasure
If the voice calls to emanate
The darkness within the soul
Resonates with sounds of surrender
Cast shaddows over the whole
Less we run from responsibility
Or question our reasons why
For some the remains undaunted
They too do or die
In the end of all creation
Ballanced on the wheel
No singularity evades its purpose
Only time can help us heal
So many pass by this way ,overlooking the reality staged in part. And although the mind is open the images are engraved on the heart.
