Come out the Light

The Moon is high
Bright with Light
Shadows rise as if by program...

I walk on
Past burnt fields
Barren
Charred
With remains of all sorts
          The Night can only hide so much
And the stench
          Remains thick in this place

Lovers
Memories
Darkness
          Childhood

The smoke
Chokes
Everything
 
I cough
Trip over my feet
Fall
Try to catch my Breath
          I roll over
The blood comes up
My chest burns
I just might die here
          With all of them

I gasp
Spit
Claw into the dirt
          In panic

Suddenly
As if by Angelic Grace
Or Thought
I remember You
          And feel Alive
          (Inspirar)

The wind blows
          Enters my lungs
Its soft movement
Whispers in my ear
          (wake up, Wake up...Wake Up)

I feel the dirt
          The stones
Against my ribs
          Cold
          Uncomfortable
My face
Crushed against sand
           Wood
           Metal
All unforgiving
All eager to leave scars

I hear a voice in my head
          A lyric or two
          Scrambled to be Present
To remind me
Perhaps
To
Save me...

          Love would never leave us Alone
          ay in the darkness there must come out to Light
Could you be Loved
And be Loved?

Could I be Loved?

How will I ever know
If I lay here
Choosing to die
          Amongst the dead?

The sky is churning
Rain is falling
Transforming the decay
Washing the ground
          Clearing my mind

Bob (Marley) is not my Uncle
But
Tonight...
...He's an unassuming Prophet
Who reminded me
          To come out the Light


For all the Heartists who Walk their Talk through adversity; this is a reminder that it is from Light that we come into darkness, and from darkness we come out the Light.

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist