Upon the edge of thought, I stand, Heart racing wild across the land. I pace, I pause, I breathe, I burn, In every step, the worlds do turn. What is this fire that stirs my soul, That spins the earth beyond control? Am I but dust within the breeze, Or more—a force to bend the seas? The stars above, they twist and flare, Reflect the questions in my stare. Who am I in this endless spin, A whisper lost, or roar within? I pace, I pace, the ground does quake, The world within me starts to wake. The questions, vast as skies unbound, Their answers buried in the ground.
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When the clouds press close, and shadows stay, Know that the sun still hides in play. This weight you carry is not forever, And even the darkest ties can sever. Lean on me, if the journey is long, Together we’ll hum a quiet song.
Sing of the Lady of the Night Who treads on sacred, silvered ground, Sways daintily to silent sound, Adorns the sky with silver light, And lingers with the Shades. She is the Goddess of the Dawn, Twinkle of kindness in his eye, The beauty of the midnight sky, Sister to those who dance and mourn, Her love a light that never fades. She is the Mother of us all. Stand still beneath Her watchful gaze; Her light sings of unuttered praise. Sweet Love before the tragic fall— Her endless mercy all pervades. And we emerge from 'neath her spell, As golden light spills 'cross the land, Across the page, over the hand That writes these words, this tale to tell: Her strength endures, and fear abates. The warmth, the joy, the leaping heart That follows as the new day breaks, As softly, hope once more awakes. Despair and doubt now fall apart; There is healing in the Shades.
