She insist that you look
through her eye's of sight!
Down dim lit corridors
where mazes take flights

I love the smells that surround her
the fragrance of higher expectation
She wears a crown of flowers
in her kingdom of anticipation

She always smile at me
I like staring up at her ceiling
knowing the sky behind
is wider than any thought or feeling

I wish she could see through my eyes
past the ceiling's of those belief  
but enlightenment needs a back burner
while the passion’s of life are released
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