I saw a woman once,
she was full,
it shun through the center of her eyes,
yet she was dressed in darkness from head to toe.
She reached forward,
towards a glimps,
of what was trying
to break
free
to another hand.

Spirits knew each other and intertwined.
They leaped and shouted and praised as tears whaled, flowing over, the darkness, drenching it, soaking it in water....

It absorbed yet the darkness did not change.

The woman walked away feeling changed outwardly yet inwardly still walking in the same darkness..

Eventually the water that had been absorbed, dried.
Darkness still held its cover.
Fear in and of the darkness, kept the woman from taking it off.

Thinking every chance she got, she would just touch a hand of aggreince, try to catch that feeling again and continue the cycle....

Until so many times....
So many years..... later,
that touch,
that flow of water, would not penetrate
the darkness became so hard and stale
the water would run right off

Take it off!
Her inner spirit cried
and ever connecting eye she met.
Take it off!
Naked you rise!

.. ( abore evil cleave to that which is good, being purged by the fire cleansed through the snow made white)