My spirit, my soul, two places inside.
One yearns for light, while the other one hides.
My spirit I’ve known most of my life, but ran from my soul, and hid from its strife.
Spirit so light, inspired and true, it brings happiness of what’s understood
But leaves out ones dark other half soo unknown, to go there inside may take all that we own
A path so destined yet a path lesser known, as we’ve seen now with Gollam, it cuts to our bone. It holds the true marrow of our enticing desires, it pumps the blood of our mysterious fires.
The rise of the sun, the dark winters moon, the whispers, the urges, they come all too soon. Can’t deny or ignore what shade can’t obscure, the voice that gives life when our dark night implores.
We want spirit for rest so light on its feet, but the soul ignites darkness that makes us complete. Yet we avoid our own longings, we run from ourselves and bury our treasure that holds our true wealth.
Awakened we fall, lay prone in our shell, exhausted with doubt, too empty to tell.
We think we’ve been taken like a fools widowed bride, and suddenly we see what we’ve been trying to hide.
That’s when we’re most human, our soul shows its face, like the shine of her curl that hides her frail face. This place I didn’t chose, its pain did not lie, when I’d thought I’d get goodness, I was left without pride.
Then hate and anger dispelled the myth of my spirit I’d made up inside.
Yet in that black moment, out spilled white pearls of wealthly suprise.
And though i found joy in my spirit so light,
I found what I’d lost in the dark soul of night.
dd 2008
I walk my dogs in the woods each morning and I feel free