No stormy seas can hold me. I am the wave, I am the voice, I am the rhythm singer taking down the darkness. No cloud will block the light, no vast lake of darkness; I am the brightness, the fullness, the zenith and return.
I am the answer in your wishes, and the hope that dances bright about you. I am the stormy seas and a lake so still it holds the stars.
And we with hearts like fire, turning all we see to dust and back again, growing life from the ashes. We the strong and brave ones that dance forth the very darkness and swallow your life whole. We the secret women, the ancient ones who came through, washing over and back, over and back the smooth stones of your mind. We reflect light and share it, leaving laughter in our wake.
Sea of lights, vast ocean, we may not tame the darkness but hold the sky for a while, just a while.
It seeps over me, the creeping dawn; it seeps like liquid beneath the door. It comes and comes over heralding itself like a lark calling in the night. Heat and the smell of spice and a voice raised in prayer. A head held high to god; she is a mystery unfolding, she is my cause and I am bound to her. I would hold a star in my hands to graze its brightness. I would hold life, I would hold and be held.
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