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Amber orb-
soul ecaping-
upon an infinite veil,
slowly revealing-
the lightworkers beyond.
Pole-vaulting between-
Earth and beyond.
Ringing-
ringing.
Frame by frame-
people scattered-
around and about.
Franticly talking.
Subtle sound-
Ringing phone.
Poking and prodding-
huddled about-
a staggered heartbeat.
Ringing-
ringing.
Gasping-
gasping-
for a beat.
Fleeting words-
said upon tear filled eyes.
Straining-
gasping-
‘I don’t want to die….’
Hands held tight-
grasping for the heart.
All goes darks.
Amber orb-
shines so bright.
The veil lifted.
Two light beings-
hands held together-
in prayer.
Slowly,
slowly,
Embrace the orb.
Surely,
surely,
guiding-
the amber orb-
back down to their rightful being.
A gasp of life-
comes about.
beings of light-
shield the amber orb-
safely back to life.
If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.
Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.
Shallow thought do quiver,
when storms brew with fear.
Chaos juggles north.
The mind glides east.
Voices heard, are twisted vines.
Restraining.
Restricting.
The third eye weeps.
These astral planes-
plead to be seen.