Dance me to the core of the sun..
For I shall not burn
A spontaneous combustion
of the soul
bringing forth
a new chapter
of an ever begining life
For what dies, is open for rebirth
around the next corner, a new day to awaken to
and a soft pillow to rest upon
when we are weary
toss the self mutilating hatred
to the weightless gravital pull
allowing it to float
to an ever nothing
and leave you with serenity
why feed its drooling maw?
we will always know pain
but when we can walk through it
to the other side...
we can know peace, relief...and luxury
dance me to the other side...
Copyright 2003 Beverly L Hernandez
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