Messenger

Walking in the shadows as a ghost
Sensing frequently the lives of most

Their voices unseen yet incredibly loud

Light and dark both equally profound.

Hearing them now as I did back then

They call and beckon me to come

But when?

Awake they are shadows from many angles

In dreams they appear an army of angels

Then a figure arrives a prime message to say

Unable to hear it and therefore cannot convey

Yet the meaning somehow is clear to obey

Sleeping energy surged in my blood of red

As he repeated a name at the edge of my bed

While I became at one with the one who said

Paralyzed and motionless my body there laid

He said, I ask you now to hear me strong

Will not judge you nor guide you wrong

Embrace your life and deliver the gift

Then sending light visions through a rift

Wake with peace and a vital task

There is no need to wear a mask

Do not question nor ever ask,

Carry water of life in thy flask

Sensing perhaps it was not a dream

Restful calm spread my wings so free

Message to deliver with joy and glee

I woke once more a messenger to be