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LURE OF THE BANCHEES

Muses In A Hawthorne Tree

HAZY MOON DREAMS

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Mermaids In Mesmerize And Cage

WHITE DOVE HEAVEN BOUND

PERSON ROBBER

Cleopatra Steps

Healing Drops

JUST ON PAUSE

TRAPEZE POSES IN AIR

WHEN WE PICKED DAISIES

BRIEF BEAUTY

LOVE IN OCEANS BLUE

LET HIM GO TO ANOTHER LIGHT

WINTER FROST ON MY ASPHALT

TO A REUNION WITH HELL'S ANGELS

HIS SOUND

THE FLASH OF YOUR SMILE

SACRIFICES OF HEART

A CHANCE OF SUN

WAITING FOR THE MISSING HALF

A MOON LIKE THIS

CAPTIVE TO A MIRROR WORLD

THE MAGIC IN YOUR MUSIC

LETTER TO MY BRIGHTEST STAR

WHAT I LOVED ABOUT YOU MOST

UNEXPECTED ENDING

HEAVENLY GAZES GHAZAL

WHERE YOUR HEART IS CARRIED

WHAT ABOUT INSTANT CHEMISTRY?

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The Blinding Light

I am blinded by the light;
yet it is dark, and cold, and damp,
inside this cramped and dusky space.
I am alone with my thoughts,
alone with all of my memories.

This light is blinding me. I cannot
see a thing. I am afraid, isolated, alone,
and I wonder how I came to be in
such a dark place. The light flickers across
my furrowed brow, filters through my soul.

The light is strange and eerie;
yet I want to rise to meet its dance.
I am here, but I feel lost and confused.
I remember a loud boom, feeling adrift
as each moment of my life swept past.

But I feel warmed by this light, too.
Shadowy silhouettes are not unfamiliar,
ghostly specters or demons of the dark.
I recognize family members who look younger
and much happier than I have seen them before.

I am beckoned by the light. I feel like
I am drifting away from my earthly home.
My mother is calling to me. My sister cries
wiping tears from her cheeks, from her eyes.
She holds a folded flag in her hands.

I am rising toward the light.
I feel no sorrow at leaving this place.
I have fallen in a strange and foreign land;
yet I am sure of my final destination
as I ascend out of this cold metal box.

I am rising. Rising past my childhood days.
Rising higher toward a new horizon,
toward the light where war has ceased, and pain
has been released. I have fought the good fight
and never turned away from any battle.

I am going to my real home, at last.
To my Father's embrace, to a Son's welcoming smile
where I feel weightless and completely serene,
where the blinding light no longer blinds me at all.







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