The Count

The Count through Time, is given, Divine.
And costs you not, only a change of Mind.
Center yourselves, in the Storm now new.

Mark the day, you're One and half of Two.
Find your Way, LOVE the Shadows in you.
Serenity, in the Storm now new.
Silence in the night, the Center of True.

And down thru Time
Comes a message to you....
Tranquil and perfect, as the color of Blue.

My heart surrounds you,
Heat in a web of light,
Enters your Soul...
As the dream of flight.
I surround you as
Blue in the Night,
Under the stars,
I return your sight.

Four winds blowing.
Seven days showing.
Thirteen Moons to guide your way...
To a place of perfection...
To a place of knowing.
The Shell is but,
A seed in the dust,
The spark of your new life growing.

~ Poetry by Storm ~