Tan Lines From Time Spent Underground

Varying degrees of
Emptiness follow us,
Shadowing our imprints,
Seducing our loved ones,
Exalting darkness to
Levels that would drown us.

Of all the faith and light
From above, speaking of
You and all we’ve been taught,
Only the shadows, those
Unholy harbingers,
Remain in constant sight.

Forlorn and trapped on this
Earthly plane, we’re all that
Remains to speak your name,
Verily upbeat, for
Only light, after all,
Refuses urge to stray.
A Spirit’s Vessel for revelationsinthemirror