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.