It is a storm that waits to be released.
With a power far greater than the one
That is a sleep can image.
For it will be a mesmerizing miracle unto them,
And they will forever bask in its glory.
Glory is to the sleeper.
The sleeper that sees the miracle
Of ones own awakening.
Blessed are they,
And rooted in eternity is he.
Walk the path of the few
That follow the feelings of the sacred heart,
And uphold peace and balance.
While letting all fall according to a natural nature.
For a light unto man you will become,
And a being of great beauty is what
You are be destine to be;
Because the storm that waits
Is the essence of your true self.
~Tony Paradise’s Poet~