Luminescent Seeds

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Germination of the light, a whisked filled way, a torus of light. There are cosmic losses, have I built dreams on the wash? Trains headed for tracks built of faith forged reality impeccably thread.

Fought the darkness, knuckle bruised, so much changed, great things find my horizon. Although I truly don't know what lay ahead. Paths cross or trails may have led wide. Now I know, my wings are mended, forged in the crucible of light.

Weather love realized, or fears overfed, my path out of the hole has brought me from a cold, I build a campfire bright. I cast my wish upon the stars, a cosmic blessing, I run a finger across the scars.

Her intuition strong, it runs deep, I abide. Reason, making sense, dueling rationalities. Brute love is cruel. Would we deny magic? My love slowly grows, speed hastens. I only know faith in a raised trajectory.

An upward flight felt deep folly or not, in those that show me love I nod, gestures great, cosmic warmth finds me well. Reborn in a sense, in another I never left myself. I only have had a very modest success, in that way everything seems different.

I fought with my back against the wall, a feeling I know well. I should have never tried to build those fixated on failure, those lost souls around me. I can never get that time back, it bid it adieu, so long.

A bit of space to catch a flight, even though missteps abound, I reach for the light. I find I pluck the seed that will grow a cosmic tree that sheds the night. None could stop this love from spreading, blinded my vision of my life never held a future for me great. I always put others first, to a flaw.

In this way I have been selfish in my help of others, selfless to my path. I have a debt to myself, I tender care. I find strength grows deep, even greater than I could have anticipated.

I find I am on my way right now.

I realize I have never made a home.

So I build a place within myself, only fate knows if it is to be home, castle of solitude, or place to grow family dreams.

Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker

PS. This oak is tended well, it grows strong. Although no greatness realized. Timing either is or isn't, reciprocation may be lost, only known to fate. Inner light grows, I still feel this way, I wait in patience, others don't understand. If they don't get it, look within yourself, I no longer wish to explain.

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