Light upon your face,
cascading down your shoulder,
shadowing gently,
then bolder and bolder,
not escaping easily
the eye of the beholder,
but penetrating deeply
to cause your soul to smolder.
Delving into depths of time
the light emerges colder,
spanning centuries and space
as light and you grow older.
Sound upon your mind,
pounding at your door,
unknown urgency
that you can't ignore,
channeling voices
not known before,
hinting of familiarity
whispering rising to a roar,
communicating with the past,
spirits set to soar
or future yet unborn,
you are known to the core.
Reason taunts your mind,
tickles creativity,
causes you to wonder
who sends this relativity.
Spirit words to guide you,
alert perceptivity;
past and future merge,
challenge your reality.
Who commands this power
to monitor accountability
to place your mind on high alert
to open you to possibility?
You need not question endlessly.
for it is I, your angel.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Your style of rhyming is lovely!
