What does the heart say
when the sun speaks not
to the moon?
What does the light say
to the dark,
when it is towards the dark
the heart prefers to stay still?

Come, child..
Heed not the echoes of the dark
For it was but a game of naught
In which
One does not
Live to choose

No, dear..
The heart does not choose the dark
Only towards hope it runs to
And only to you
It wishes to serve

Come, sweet child..
It is not the forest of gloom
Which whispers misfortune
Upon poor souls
Trying to once again see the light..
No, dear..
It is the forest itself
Which forms to your image

Who shall ever hear
And who ever shall listen
To whom shall it listen to
And to whom does it whisper to?
The heart?
The soul?
The mind?

Aye..
The answer I tell you not
But you never have forgotten
Have you, sweet child?

That light
Lingering sweetly
In the depths of your soul

That light
One which begs to be heard

Child..
I have come to you
For reasons I tell you not
But know
I am no different
From the songs of one's heart

Yes, child..
That heart..
Beating to a rhythm so old
Yet so new
So lively
So..
.. Desperate

Tell me, sweet child
Have we gotten too old
To embrace God's Love?
Have we gotten far too cold
To know what it means
To hold on to hope?

Child.. Tell me..
If I were a glimpse of that hope
Lingering in your very soul
How long do I have left
to see the light of day?

Would I live long enough,
to see you grow,
perhaps find the love of your life,
and watch your little ones
grow along with you?

Come, child
As we stroll gently
Into the depths of your mind

Heed or heed not voices of the dark
Follow or follow them not
What sort of path would you create,
Child?

Come, child
Let us return
To the light
Of
Day

That is,
If you choose to take my hand

© altairsolaris