aura

 
darken not the blue aura with shades of doubt
inky hues of confliction
melancholy knows well the hour

sacred are the pools of understanding
weeps the angel of sin
in your trembling times, I first saw you
weak of faith but knowing

naked in the light of becoming
let wisdom be your covering
the sacred vow before you

choose your path
the dark will retreat--
down the corridor of indecision

the veil is lifted your groom awaits
be ready the day fast approaches