I have hope and trust,
In the Magnificent.
That I will no longer,
Fall ill at night.

I have begged,
Like His little child.
In constant need
Of His help.

When I grow tired,
I will shut my eyes,
And by His grace,
Sleep will be upon me.
Peaceful, Carefree, Weightless,
Sleep.

Wise and for granted,
Don't call it being shy.
You die for those who **** you,
And you never ask why.

Take comfort in the plainest things,
Or run on none at all.

Stand still between turning tables.
Humble, silent through the fight.
Extract truth from penny fables
Imagination recreates,
All the things you lack.


Gave hope away, but not refilled.
Weighed down, yet still believe in flight
Subdued for now, But soon shall see
Trust has won eternity.

When earth Finds her body dead & frozen,
Heaven drops her snowflakes.
Silent symphony of air.
Destination open ended,
Weightlessly embrace what's below.
"I wonder that the snow,
Must love the trees and fields"
To give them so soft a kiss & gentle a touch.
It blankets them, it tucks them in to say;

Goodnight my mysteries
You are the soul of the moment,
And in the next you are absent.
But the cycle of life will again find
Its axis tilted toward your beauty,
To make you glow and dance.
Marveling at it's own miracles,
It will call you summer.
And you will then again live,
And then again die.
Oh pearl, in the strand of time.