Your opinions are like ***** pennies to me
I don't pay them any attention
As I walk down the street

Others may find them valuable
But I'm a germaphobe and a go-getter
I make my own opinions
And leave yours for the debt collectors

It comes when the wing crisply cuts air, or when the brush flicks with flair.
Through the pews when the light paints walls a vibrant, revenant view.
Masterful as a Commander; catching her gently in the shifting tides. 

A carpenter’s touch, a moment of nirvana; it is we, serenity savors.

Let it be graceful as a Danseur; falling as silk in pirouettes
Yet impossible to grasp, a flash of truth like lighting: an instance over.
Still the chase is everlasting, so long the giver is victor.
For stronger we’d be, pursuing love like the dawn of the hunt.

A luxury, free.