Wanted.
always a word,
but none so meaningful as the word Lover

My arms around You now
Gratitude for a pillow

Will I ever Rise Up again? flowering?...

Born in this wheat field of Desire
I have killed a man.
His Name Was God

Taken for  Gospel
I have spoken the Truth of many..
but not He

he was always Loving.

I  lay with the multitudes,
now past
And Call for Life's forgiveness

It was into her cage that I once flew
Her Service that I was once Called

It is now as earthly Soil,
that I nourish.... soldiers rest.