Soul Distortion

Standing upright, arms wide in mid-flight
Who do I run from in rushing red waves of light
Fleeing blindly along the path that follows
The river of uncertainty, hope and tomorrow

There are mysteries in life accepted as truth
No other such clues available as proof
From simple seedlings relationships sprout
Giving birth to bartenders, experience and doubt

Swiftly we hurry from beginning to end
Not really watching where one might land
Upon a heart our swiftness might tread
Does the resonance feel good when it all goes dead?

Sitting there waiting for an event untold
A change in the wind peppers me with cold
Constantly reminding about those hidden pages
Secreted away, the wisdom of all ages

Myriad of questions flying to and fro
Are there any answers, please don’t say no
All out of time and all out of breath
Bringing closure to the one that’s left

Under a blanket of crystalline shards
Reflective in quality, somewhat like stars
Muted cries to the dark heavens above
For a soul seldom speaks to no one but love