Being Re-Made

it was the morning of twilight
it was the begining of an ending day
i bathed in the hot sands of Celeria and was cooled
i walked the mountain tops in the valley of Delaware
i felt the destruction of destruction
i roamed the icelands without shoes and was warm
i heard oposing forces shred my heart and render it null
it was re-made into an angel's way
i became the victim of devotion
i am now the peace, the contentment, the hopeful, the joy
i am enveloped by her defense.
i ran away to remain where i stood
i see above me a bird of forever

c. erik, 20 feb. 2013