Rising Up

A sphere of light releasing golden rays
as spirit walks upon the waves
of darkest night
yet still the eyes of soul have sight

as through the dark of mind we're hurled
to the other, underworld
where each spirit is aglow
in rays of light that flow

one into another, fueled by
the very darkness we deny
recreating visions seldom told
in the truth of dreams so bold

for right and wrong and all that's in between
would rise up from the shadows and be seen
in light of day . . .


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