A women creates life, she creates inspiration,

from writing emerges, conversation.

Music is so beautiful,

wanderlust,

created us,

discern that Luciferian enchantment,



disarm all of it's mansions,



her harmony,  


as she may steal the show ,



waking up next to a ghost,


hugging the air where they used to be

zones out, ignoring they left

Transform,

I'm in death, content with this depth

starting over,

heaven is being down to earth,

that's purity that's maturity

look and see the signs,

never have they left just changed symbolically

read that again

confused when you see their name

it's just context, a thought caught in one lane

just know,

without a message,

without the thought,

know things,


develop,


be receptive,


Strong as it’s heard,

draw and paint the sky,

laying in a bed of stars,




Speaking to my thoughts  

blending to it's temperament

calling it concentration


Creation

spawns again,

new dawns within,

The moon in awe

draw it all.