The Prophet

Flying the sky
Touching the dawn
Eager, unstoppable, relentless, true

Slumber not essential
Molding, shaping with heart’s flutter
Awakening is touching boundaries too far

Life from dust
Illusion transcends the physical
Thought created for the seeker and forever searching

The futures the past
The soul a transponder
Language universal unto all who speak

Paladin for the meek
Companion of righteousness
Sword for the brave ruination of fear

A purpose to life
Hope to the grieving
A quencher of dreams long forgotten

All that the heart desires
The Spirit must attain
The soul is the prophet and profit it shall