All Are Chosen (copyright 1988 Kerri-Ellen Kelly)

All Are Chosen (copyright 1988 Kerri-Ellen Kelly)

Through the ebon bands of darkness
In the quiet storm-tossed sea
Lies a soul of secret value
Lies a soul who might be me

The feelings flash like fire across her
Desire screams deep in her core
Flares of fear and love and longing
Silently the soul screams more

Ever reaching, ever yearning
Ever stretching out through space
Still she waits in tender anguish
Still she cries to know her place

She used to be both black and twisted
Now love and glory lie in her reach
But only if she finds another
Willing to wait and care and teach

She gazes at each kindred spirit
Wonders if he'll set her free
She cries when others then are chosen
All are chosen...
All but me.