SWAN'S LIFE

[Mista]

The sun is in its coolness as it retreats,
Illuminating ever so delicately behind the lines of the end of the ocean.
I often wonder where does it go for that short season when it's out of my life
Leaving me in the nightseason by myself.
But I don't mind, for the night season is quiet, .. comforting...
Bringing peace to the raging thunderstorm within my soul, saying, peace...be still.
And I am.
I am the peace,
I am the quiet
I am the calm after the storm
The one that almost destroyed destiny inside me,
Beating in my heart,
Yet I lived.
I only supply the vessel that was given to me in the calmness of my soul.
Love started springing out of the depths of my bosom,
Overtaking ones that tried to push me this way and that....
And they are now seeking the peace that I possess.
Difficulty I see in them seizing what I have become,
And this peace I have I begun to understand its power,
Overwhelming my environment in its totality.
I look.
I see.
The power that was inside the sun that makes it rises out the depths of the darkness...
To produce what is in me, which has made me beautiful.
The difficulty they have..
Compassion is my virtue to the ignorant, I give a part of me.


copyright (c) 2000 Charles Meadows