Rose Frosted Smile Poem by James Callos Jordan

Five steps from here,
In profound darkness;
Enveloped with shades of black,
I see a soft beacon of light.

Four steps from here,
In the dim space where I stand;
Gazing in the flicker of that light,
My veins pulsing so tight.

Three steps from here,
I saw great gods of power;
One creator, one destroyer,
Awe playing with my senses.

Two steps from here,
As the gods fall down;
I was left alone in the light
An image pulled me forward.

One final step from here,
The image materialized;
Looked at me and left me,
With a Rose Frosted Smile.

April 9,2008