“Sinking Sand….”

Loneliness….
The thought, not a feeling
Of a temporal existence
Incapable of stealing the soul

Impatience….
A rush of feelings
Manipulative in it’s approach
Captivating in it’s embrace
The killer of a soul in search
The doors to a destructive end
Who can fight it’s pull, when it grips your heart so tight?
Who can avoid it’s seduction, when it entices you with it’s dark beauty?

Emptiness….
The feeling of sorrow
Deep inside your heart
Like a sinking sand
Waiting to devour your soul
The deeper it hurts, the farther you are from innocence

Love…
The giver of life
The protector of the soul
The right to many wrongs
The one way out of the sinking sand
The one good reason you need, to keep you alive and breathing
The answer to a soul in search

Peace be unto you, o yea, soul of many desires
Love unto you, o yea, heart of many colors