you are a diamond unique  and rare
your beauty is  beyond compare
but you are unaware
so let me declare
your beauty is like no other
you will never find another
let no one tell you otherwise
so take off your disguise

This way dear child, Christ's feet leads the way, today tis cloudy; though the morrow won't be the same. Betimes young light, thine tears shalt be dried, don't look in
Satan's mirrors, I made thee as mine
Own, a creation of what's right.

This way young woman, Christ's hand's direct the path, collecting thy droplets
In water buckets, thine soul wilt
Forever last.

This way mine kóri, none need for any frowns, I made thee for mine glory, I'm
Here in ups and downs. For when thou
Dost crieth to sleep on many night's,
I've been right there with thee, for God
Protects his own as God is light.

Close thy lids forsooth I shalt say,
Tomorrow wilt be much brighter,
When I make the darkness go
Away. The heaven's wilt
Depart, and daughter
I'll call thy name,
Never let thy
Candle smoulder,
For I shalt reignite that flame.


© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry

Again this dusk
I shalt abrook,
Mind million
Thoughts building,
None to listen; I'll
Hear the echoes
Across the ceilings.
I'll acknow the t.v
Screen, picture
Bright pupils dance,
Jotting word's of needing cuddling of poetic romance. Giveth me acquittance O' heavenly father, of these late-night ramblings I'd trade for a flower. To
Sit next to a fool as I, how tonight is
No different from the morrow,
affined to the dingy, as a
Prisoner confined.

©Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry