Up high above, from the north, comes Light
Shining colors, but for me, never seen
I'm scared; I run and hide in fright
The same as I've always been
A coward in his lonely chair,
I think: out of sight, out of mind
Forgetting the others still lost out there
Needing heart; not cold, but kind
I say: "Where's the beauty, held fast by Death,
That can add a little flavor to my stale breath?
Well? Where's the lightning? Where's the storm?
Endless skies of grey, without reform;
Is there nothing more than this?"
But far below, the deepest of depths,
In the dark lie treasures never found
Beating heart, locked away in sunken chest
Listen close, it's calling; a thunderous sound
And the clouds part way as I peek above,
Which reveals an ache that's long been hidden
All I want: to release this pent-up love
But then, why does it feel so taboo -- Forbidden?
Then the fires; they burn, degree unknown
As if all that's wrong will go up in flames with them
Hard to tell if at all I've perceptibly grown
Rising up: a stumbling walk; a child with no rhythm
But at last, I take a step forward
And the key I find: looking north on high,
In a radiant return that brightens up the sky,
I see colors; Light! Tears spill from the eye
Of a man, never before brave enough to try
I hear the thunder roar; a heart has been released
Feel the rain: it pours; old fires have been appeased
See the beauty: it's here; Death's grip is losing power
I'm alive! I'm here! And Light, like a flower,
Is blooming, bursting forth, casting out all my darkness;
Is pushing right through the hardened earth of cowardice
And finally, I see: I don't want to run and hide
For if I never spread the wings I was given and fly...
Then what am I doing here?
Will I leave a cold, lonely heart behind;
Crushed, underneath, locked away?
Will I lie, and tell my aching feelings,
"I'll let you go free another day?"
Will my breath remain stale;
My words be forever wasted?
Will all my love be lost,
Burnt up by smoking hatred?
No.
I've seen the Light
And I think it's time
I chased it
