Dark from The Assumption by Michele Thomas

Dark

…and they call me
Dark as the dirt
Dark as the earth from whence your sustenance comes
From where the fuel of the world flows
Gushing pools of fire brandishing the land and seas

Black as the night
Black as the sky when it’s time for restoration
Rejuvenate the very cells that make up your matter, your future, your whole.

You don’t understand the dark because of your greed for the light
But you’re blind to the light because your heart is so cold

Black is the scab
Black is the seal that protects your wounds
And keeps the light from burning what is yet to weak to heal
The flesh and bone discerning when the veil of time reveals
Only fools scratch it away
Scratch it away
Scratch it away
Scratch it away too soon.

• Contemplative Music
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