dark

a lost soul, adrift in space, dark.

nowhere to be, does not yet see.

not yet receiving the mysterious spark,

among the stars, planets, and nebulae.

from the dark there comes the storm,

not perceived, even by those who see.

no longer adrift, now with form,

it slowly becomes the one who'll be.

light, like a blinding flash of electricity,

now illuminates the things we see.

it moves among us, becoming gradually

a confounding, enigmatic hope to be.

come the doldrums, and storms,

one more than the other,

trading places and forms,

the proper love being a mother.

but comes from a direction unexpected,

an instinctive love from a place concealed.

a devotion doomed to be rejected,

and flows relentless, thus revealed.

the storms come faster, faster, and faster yet, 

the vessel is tossed, wildly upset.

and still, those all around cannot see,

the end of storms, imminent be.

comes a ray of light, a hope beyond category,

a solution, resolution to life's allegory.

off to the routine horrors of the day,

having no inkling, of what ahead lay.

a lost soul, adrift in space, dark.

nowhere to be, no longer sees.

set adrift to wander about

the stars, planets, and nebulae...