Early in the dawning morning
the doctrine pierces my holy perplextion.
My wisdom seeks unanswered truths,
The riveting thumps of the unjust, confounds the beats of my heart,
tiring my still body.
Awakened is my soul,
stepping below the light
the dim reaches out into the glow,
and in the brightness of the faint nights fiery
These closed in walls are enough for me to see
purple and silvers gold, a tempered desert i now call home.
Drifting off scaling lines of comfort
the price of freedom doesn't weigh as much as my captive heart controls.
All i hear is my deep shallow breath of unsure burden,
inflames and still burning,
is my love forever on a journey.
My reality,
a restless willow weeping,
early in the dawning morning.
Please tell me what you think
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Conveys spiritual transcendance, yet continued uncertainty and longing. That is what it says to me.
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