The Bright Lights

The Bright Lights Her hair is snow-white, but it was not always so. It was black, like the night. It was deep in color, near as dark as shadow, but not that of the moon... facing out. She was warm, but now cold. That happens when you die. I would get upon my knees, if it would make a difference. I tried to avoid it, I yelled and screamed. I did not want to be forgiven, for killing anyone. But, I know... I have been. Now. But then. It was different. The world was full of crickets, that chirped as the gun in my hand, exploded in power... shifting the weight of bullets from the chamber, to the air. The mark dying somewhere, in the distance. Enemy yes, but still alive, and then dead. Did I save lives... I have to believe, or the insanity of my cause, will wrap itself in evil. No. I know surely now, that He was always with me. I did, what was necessary. I did what was important. It is now I must learn, to re-live my life, to be passed the point, the world says... is okay. To reconcile that all have sinned, in the name of something, not acceptable to the soul. Not that there is a wrong, but a right... made from being saved. Re-born to a new life. My love lay still, and I move now alone. Lost not among the strangers of the world, but taken close to the hearts of angels, that few would see. They have led me since you went home. I pray to follow soon. I have a reason to get up, and cross the room, to pick up your bible, and open it. Days are long and I am tired. Exhausted mostly. But my body is ending, and my soul has been reborn. As I have sung it many times. I am ready to fly... with angels, and see your face again. I know it will be there, as I am sure, you are among the flowers, in the garden of forever, it is where He keeps... the most beautiful roses.