What a silly notion to think
The wind blows just for me.
Sweeping gently, alive with joy,
Dancing around the trees
Or Maybe it’s the big yellow star,
Suspended inside a painters sky,
Whose love is bound to only exist
Outside the shadows of you or I?
Possibly his pale ghostly glimmer,
A grin from within the moon
That burns electric,
a mounting passion
Of a heated lovers swoon?
Or perhaps the petals of a flower
In a quantum colored hue
That proudly exclaims
Without hesitation that
love still blooms here too.
Simple details to be reminded
That on even the grayest of days,
The color of the spirit flows rich,
And will never run flat or fade.

Did it have to come
from holy tears?
Is that what it takes
to get you here?

The prettiest clouds
In the calmest sky
On the saddest day
Of a young man's life

Even the flowers
Have boasted with color
Picking this very day
to bloom for the lovers

But his blood, so red,
running inside his veins
Is Raging like a river
With all he can't contain

A heavenly host may gather
To welcome the newly found
But his love is hosted by fury
As her wings leave the ground

How do I create beauty,
for the one to whom beauty is?
From the vantage of either
so high or so low,
Into the sphere of all that He is?
To lift from within me, a vision
Created before my first memory
of a love born unto my spirit,
woven through the air that i breathe
To graft into a word, this love
So majestic and delicate indeed
A harmonious Heartbeated attempt,  
to echo your love back to me.