I was waiting by the flowers,
And found out the Garden was black as night,
The tide was dark and grey,
The light was dim and onyx steamed like a dragon's mouth,

I stood up,
Moved forward and all I could say, was I am nothing,
But everything is in me,
Waiting to simply Breathe,

Death called,
Hell was after,
The lake of Fire tried to eat my Spirit,
From Heavenly Love's Desire,

But away I was,
Victorious with Love,
The only percent of time I could,
Ever do or say,
Was something always,

Inbetween time,
I've found the design,
Of new and old,
Old and new,
Combined with things I knew to do.