reaching through my window grasp, my collar lined, my mind unfolded. pull me through this painted glass, the crown unmolded, and shape my day with glorious rays, with simple scents and lilac embolded. with the coming way, of every may, would you make my day most intoxicated, in such a simple yet glorious way?

Without (faith)

There is no sky to fall .
No earth to stand .
No breath to breathe .

Without (faith)
My self .
Isn't me .

If the fear is greater
Than whatever intreage you once felt
In passing looks like days now spent
Then a week of me would never change
These months of unbeing
Let alone those years spent with Someone .
Else