The Mystery of Light

I walked again this morning through the caverns in my mind, heard the echo of my father with his footsteps close behind, and I was standing in the water with my mother holding roses by her side. We stared right there before us at a triangle of light that reflected off the water, though we couldn’t seem to find a single opening above or anywhere leading outside from which it came. And I feel this way every time I see your face and evеry time I hear that echo sound, likе my heart is a chamber that I give away to the mystery of light held underground

I tried to be the one that was the sword inside the stone, but steel it never fit me like the marrow of my bones, that was softer more like poetry, or moonlight hanging on an endless sky. The winds they always blew me though I tried to hold my ground, and you, you always knew me even when you weren’t around, in the silence of a memory or darkness of a fire’s parting light. And I feel this way every time I see your face and every time I hear that echo sound, like my heart is a chamber that I give away to the mystery of light held underground

I feel this way every time I see your face and every time I hear that echo sound, like my heart is a chamber I can give away to the mystery of light held underground