Still you are… inside my head.
Still I dream of you… in my bed.
I quietly fall asleep in the still night
I wonder, should I fight with all my might?
I feel a lift, a swift, a dream? not quite.
As I am about to get up, I see a powerful light and your face appears.
While I stretch my arm to feel it, it dissapears.
A flash back re-appears
Of my memories, of my peers, of my young years.
Of my enemies, of my shedded tears that came from my fear.
I feel your presence close to me.
As I am still, I say to my self… Is this real?
Is this a dream, scheme, or is this actually reality?
I stand still to feel a powerful feeling
I fall to my knees, as if I was dreaming.
While I am kneeling I hear a strong voice.
Should I cry or rejoice?
I keep quite, trying not to fight it, I make no noise
But yet again I hear the voice
Getting bolder and closer.
While i look back to my shoulder.
“Get up son” He tells me.
But I can’t see, the light is like a thousand suns.
The presence helds me
It comforts me, heals me, loves me,
Wanting to be here for eternity
Wishing I wouldn’t return to reality.
“Stay still, I am your God, just believe in me”
