The presence of Doom

This looks like…,

 The dark has a voice,

Settling down like a windblown blanket,

On the hard ground it lays,

The dark lush of green,

Naked under the canopy,

The ferns bush like fingers tossed in the air,

Two glowing eyes stare out,

Predator seeking it’s pray,

No, it watches on back,

Right at you and me,

This is not over,

And stalks off,

Shaking not a leaf and no trace,

The end has come,

And the heart pounds,

The ever doom has arrive.

Heart calling

Tell me my heart,
Speak the words of desire,
The passion of love intertwine,
Forget me not to the past,
And hold me always in your capable hands,
So gentle and lovely,
This trust is not easily forgotten,
So richly bedded in my soul,
Memory holds nothing to the now,
Of which I cling to your spirit,
And you to me,
What joy it is to see,
My longing to be close,
Together forever,
Melted as one,
Breathing in time with the other,
Seeing more than straight,
The width is immeasurable,
With the height just the same,
Long into forever,
Gray hairs down,
Even after the crumble,
O, sweet passion,
Forever lasting.

I know & I feel

I Know & I Feel

Last night I saw a vision,

Or so called dream,

Was it of the pass, present or future I don’t know,

But I stood there in the season of fall fields,

The crops rustle in the breeze creating a stirring in the ground,

I felt it in my bones a pending warning of danger,

The wind picks up, licking at my hair, tossing it like flames,

The green trees have turned over their leaves against the dark clouds,

The wind suddenly stops as I hear the scream of children,

I turn and run toward their cries,

 As demons chase me at my heels,

From the tall crops dying, they run on all four legs,

The children are trapped against a locked shed, behind a old farm house,

A demon has struck the older and the other child comes to help,

As the two younger children cry as they hold each other,

I will not stand by for their slaughter,

I swat the demons down with a staff that appears in my hands,

That has interlocking patterns carved into it,

I glide across the ground as the children huddle together,

Eyes tightly shut for their final blow, but it will never come,

The demons turn at my arrival, eyes aglow in lustful hate they stare,

My chest breaths deep, as my heart roars in ferry,

I swat the beasts aside and they turn to dust,

An army roars from all around me,

The cold air is still but the clouds swirl over head with raging hot lightning,

I take the blows of their razor sharp claws to save the children,

I dig deep inside my soul and my feet are lifted,

I will not quit now,

I have the will to protect the innocent,

I turn to the injured children and calm their tears and wipe their faces healing their wounds,

Light has cracked the sky, and covers us in golden rays of light,

I turn to face the enemy that has step back at bay, afraid of the rich light,

I turn my face to the flowing, golden light in the air around us,

That flows through my very being,

Warping me in warmth I smile as I rise,

Looking down, I crash upon the ground,

Lifting my head to face the enemy I fight,

Not a hand is laid on these children,
As the demons are taken, I see hope on the children’s faces,

Peace and survival to them to come and I glimpsed there different futures,

Don’t ask me how I saw or knew it as it was but I did,

And the vision ended and I woke in peace,

But I know deeply I will fight for what is right even when outnumbered,

Even when I think I won’t survive,

As long as the innocent survive, I’ll find strength in the lord,

For in the time I felt the blows and the blood run, I prayed,

And I received strength.