Life didn't conspire enough
To bring us together.

It only brought us halfway there.

And as I stare into the distance,
Waving, I whisper,
"Until we meet again."

Lightworker path sounds like a positive laugh
How we spread our gift of joy and sunshine
It's merriment is overlooked
Mistaken
Mistook
Worker of the light has lived in the dark night
Over and over again
Death of self and friend
Only insight and pen
To share the tale of wisdom spent
To never want another to bleed in Hell
To pass the torch to trauma tormented cell
I'm apparently strong enough to live this
That I keep telling my self and all is well

If there was anything I ever wanted
It would be to not be consumed by
A lover
More than by the love of the self.

I feel like I'm soaking into the All
Of all there is.

Particle by particle
Dissipating into a piece of
Each individual clump of matter.

Oneness
In the art
Of
Being.