Swept up into this momentary bliss,
to wander amongst the gentlest of memories
transported,
elevated.
Held within the sounds that swallow our pain
that light the way, so that we can regain,
our strength,
our power,
swaying to the strings that carry us,
guided by the knowledge that our intuition, is our power
unfolding like a flower
that stretched towards the sun
let this, let this!
be our greatest hour.
To stand tall and feel our courage,
the softest of recognition,
as we break free from these constraints
to blossom within the darkness
as it concedes to envelop us,
the warmth of each shadow
as we embrace the whole!
to rejoice
as we
take back control.
The keys,
the beauty of the entrance into our rebirth,
rediscovering our sensual way of life,
our voices
reaching new heights,
our truth,
our greatest light.
We soar!
Our transcendence,
our surrender,
beyond the subtle waves of remembrance
we pour,
our tender hearts,
into this,
our creation.
