Shadow Strike now lingers on the back of my parade.
Crisp light along the lakeshore keeps secrets of my age.
Moonlight glows bright lockets in the mist behind gray clouds.
Secret dancers question, should they slide away from crowds?
Double rainbow solitude brings a color wheel of wheat.
Golden light now glistens to an evening of retreat.
Listen to earth whisper as it murmurs with emotion.
‘Let me rest once more and roll with songs inside the ocean.’
Firecracker thunder stuns the peace away from day.
Trees uproot and snow begins as we gather ’bout to pray.
Now the time is here to scream into the ear.
‘Catch the last train out or scrape fingers on the mirror.
Dash away the doubt and confusion from the core.
Answer lies with truth as you enter this last door.’
Forgiveness has been given to all who do believe.
Give the golden ticket so that I can finally leave.
