And Dreaming With the Dawn's Light

watching as the world glides by...below me the racing rolling hills of green earth, above me the open vastness of sky, like shimmering waters i swim in the pool of blue. dreaming with the dawn's light a vision i project before me and around me, my own place to be and know. the completion of purpose and justness of destiny. the completion of the circle; the fulfillment of the whole. to be and to know and most important, to understand. to see. feeling as the wind caresses my face and i sing into the breeze watching the notes flutter before me into the open skies. dancing on the clouds of white. needing not mine eyes to see, i close them and view the world's colors, the rushing wind guides me and carries me through the air; dipping, diving, dancing...

...upon a thought he sat...

and dreaming with the dawn's light; like a kiss upon my cheek, i smile at the warm glow of hope.

all freedom found in the eternity of sky....

how do i express that which can not be told in words? colors, emotions, feelings no mortal can begin to grasp? the world blossoming before you as you dream it's reality...to sing and listen to the wind echo your heart? pulsing to the soul of the world...hearing it's life rush in your ears and knowing it's secrets in your mind...burning with fire and freezing with chill...i shudder at the wonder of existence...

rambling, rolling , and writing. words without meaning. hollow and empty, pointless. saying little and expressing even less. frustration, bitterness, harsh and hollow, needy...wanting to devour the world. longing to engulf the sun, drown the masses in their tears as they cry out to deaf gods, forgotten until chaos unleashed....terror untold as they scream in their petty voices and beg with swollen tongues.

"death becomes you" says the god to his creation...

burning, seething, searing. pain. loss. hurt. and suffering.

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standing side-by-side to the humans...seeing me as equal....thinking i am sheep in the herd. ignoring my glory as they shove past, mocking and laughing at the fools...never looking in the mirror at the joke reflected there; for standing among them does not make me them...and knowing the limitless realms of possibility, my prison becomes a haven-a vacation from the pressures of eternity. and so I laugh...

mocking fools.

for they can not have my soul...

...and dreaming with the dawn's light...