Beloved is the Night
What is my Inspiration? Where is it found? Many times I have been asked… Well let me be the first to say, this time, I have an answer that can last.
The Light of the stars as it pierces the black sky, the glistening that is the Moon’s gleam, Night is where I feel at home, no matter if All can be seen.
Oh Beloved is the Night. Dark in All its glory is my muse for without which this Soul would never know the Beauty of the Light. When Dawn comes I do shed a tear, for it is at dusk that I come alive!
If these words ring true, your Soul has heard the Call, for it is written in the tomes of time that we each have a Life to redeem the Fall.
I Love the Sun, adore the Light, for it shows us such Beauty does exist within the many colors of the Universe and Earth, and by Creation’s Design is meant to be.
Though my Love is strong, the Magic comes alive each and every Night. Its Mystical Embrace is all I’ve sought since Inner Child spoke at first sight of this new Life.
Oh, seek out the Kiss of Sweet Death, will I happily at my Life’s end for it is separation from the One to a momentary Human experience of duality that causes the pain of the newborn child’s first cries. Alas, I am just the same… When Dawn comes I do shed a tear, for it is at dusk that I come alive!