Onward and upward and into the night,

The dreams I create rise from within my soul.

A flash of darkness, I dodge and drown,

But the reality lifts me on wings so high.

How can they know without understanding?

Does it matter, in the end, if they see my path?

All I know is who abides there, who is in control,

And the peace, and the love...oh, and the love.

There is power in this surrender,

And a passion which still waits to be fully released.

All is well, in this space, for it is His.

Photograph: Antioxidants