Dreams to come true In finding through Discovery Leads in the path Full of closures Distractions will define Real and false In the eyes of The beholder It will define The passage or message Which lyes behind The star sun or moon In it's arising.
Feet in the sand white sea shells in her hair while the wind strokes the canvas to hear the voices of her cry deeply indulging the sense of satisfaction In the midst of the wrath she endures to be held while the clouds burst through the stars leaving her without darkness the touch of whispers as she imagines what lye in the puddle of bliss.
Sunken in my most possessive fear Fighting the hands of pressure Stuck in time. Please come again save me. Im drained and weak crying tears in the shadow of control.
Endurance at its best Standing still in time To be made perfectly To seek its clarity You can decide Preparation or No return make Sure your aware When it's your turn.
We endure lots of unwanted feelings people and things but no matter what don't change but the power of prayer is what gets me through each time. In the outcome your changed or numb.
A cactus in the desert Full of life's nectar A mere reflection of where you are Sweet like honey Love pure and Everlasting Differentiated between tangible and untangible.
Sitting by the window at the coffee shop Counting the birds flying by as the Ray of light Glanced into my eyes awaiting the visit Of The Little Red Bird
Fall beats the sound Leaves beneath the tree Rising to explore The tone in its beat Wind flowing Ground rocking waiting For release in a sigh Summer breeze In never ending.
In the time of dawn Across town lyes debris of the elite soilders Engaging the surface of the concrete for the dusty White sands Desperate to overcome the precautions of the battle Imagining sounds of the water pouring from its River falls Helpless and hopeless to escape the battle With no weapons or shield Trembling in circles enduring to be free Imagining in due time the rise of the ground Will soon to come.
Pleasing and Delightful Poetic Justice Swirled on the tip of your tongue Unravelled by the glaze A intellectual treat The taste of your thoughts Keeps me wanting more.