Eternal verities, battles within— A war of fidelity, with both sides in me. One I lie to protect, The other I lie to forget.
Raging waters churn inside As the rapids close in. Fading light clings to the edge of a setting sunset, Yet in the absence of day, stillness arrives— And in that stillness, a reflection of bright that falls from the night.
The moon still shines By a soul’s own might. He must hold both the darkness and the light.
One voice longs to protect. The other whispers: have faith.
I trust in what nature has made, Not sculpted by hands, But formed to be worshipped, She came, the woman, elemental and divine.
Endless love calms Even the name of a warrior.