i stare out into the church thta i've had secrets memories of secrets that lied along my life.
i've held those memories since my memories were revealed,
naked secrets,
ones that weren't supposed to slip out of this church.
church of imagination,
creation,
revelations,
naked.
bare.
un-covered souls.
un-covered secrets secrets of trust,
as the chandeliers go back and forth,
the secrets fall off,
i step onto the rug,
people start appearing out of nowhere,
i stare in disbelief.
people gossiping,
as they turn their cold-iced eyes to mine.
i stare at each and everyone of them.
as i walk down the aisle i look straight ahead my eyes shiver,
coldness of the icy eyes that were staring into mine,
secrets are told between their eyes and mine.
i walk back out,
silently my feet not able to touch the ground,
i float out,
everyone fades away into the darkness of the lights.
two nights later i come back into the dark light of the church,
no one appears before my eyew can react to,
the cold eyes of mine,
relfelct off the lights of darkness.
reflect off the darkness of light.
remains the dark of dark.
as a whisper comes upon me "darkness does not always equal evil, as light does not always bring good"
i live on that line...