A women creates life, she creates inspiration,
from writing emerges, conversation.
Music is so beautiful,
wanderlust,
created us,
discern that Luciferian enchantment,
disarm all of it's mansions,
her harmony,
as she may steal the show ,
waking up next to a ghost,
hugging the air where they used to be
zones out, ignoring they left
Transform,
I'm in death, content with this depth
starting over,
heaven is being down to earth,
that's purity that's maturity
look and see the signs,
never have they left just changed symbolically
read that again
confused when you see their name
it's just context, a thought caught in one lane
just know,
without a message,
without the thought,
know things,
develop,
be receptive,
Strong as it’s heard,
draw and paint the sky,
laying in a bed of stars,
Speaking to my thoughts
blending to it's temperament
calling it concentration
Creation
spawns again,
new dawns within,
The moon in awe
draw it all.