Shining Light

My imagination just wants to run.
The structure of my mind closes my eyes.
Looking past the eternal blackness,
I see something shining.
Maybe a face?
Maybe a figure?
All I know is that I'm scared.
Scared of this shining light,
fading. Fading into darkness.
Maybe my mind's action will aid.
This shining light holds my soul.
I wish my mind not to aid.
The soul that shines speaks words.
Words of love, comfort, and strength.
Sunrise pulls me, and my comforter together.
We lay down, and wait for nothing.
Shining light begs me to let go of my mind.
So I let it run.