The dawn of light breaks open,
The most secured of hearts.
Casting fear’s dark shadow,
Across secret corridors.
Will you come walk with me,
Through this stark twilight?
Won’t you stand beside me,
To hold my small hand tight?
Forms coalesce, take shape, dance and hide,
Worlds once forgotten born anew.
Angels and demons are raised and play,
In a mind questioning its view.
Will you come walk with me,
Through this stark twilight?
Won’t you share your arm with me,
To keep my footsteps light?
Vulnerability rises...silent in repose,
Caution at this time is key.
Will It be wrapped in the light of love,
Or consuming anxiety?
Will you come walk with me,
Through this stark twilight?
Won’t you come and sing to me,
To guide me toward the light?
Waves of surrender gently roll in,
As a new inner threshold is breached.
Will you reach out and bathe in its wisdom,
Or continue to remain out of reach?
Will you come walk with me,
Through this stark twilight?
Won’t you sit down and rest with me,
To explore this deep insight?
by April Bender