soul and memory ii: soul
i seek water from the bottom of my soul they were bringing me over i sat silent at the bottom of a womb’s dream it called me forth into the darkness come it said pointing me towards a small dot of light. majestic primordial sound oozing beams of celestial’s caress dancing spinning into the dark of me skin with gold undertones to make me free they touch their amber hands to me i… remember.. i seek water from the bottom of my soul it was their hands that charmed me. disarmed by the graceful long fingers of silver fire tracing tears drops in a clear glass of ice sliding down my throat in perfection as i stifled grief and tried to bring forth the God in me She crept silently into my awakening He lived loudly in the sleeping crowd of me here they said these are why you were born and they lay crystal visions. i saw his face, prophetic. there is purple painted across my dreams of him. i … recall i seek water from the bottom of my soul will i be nourished? can i be fed on what i am? can i drink deliverance made from myself? did the spirits lead me here only to die? was the fire inside a lie? who who will fill my cup if not i? i will sing him my spirit and have him live even if it means i give my life for his. i’m hoping the gates will