follow you, follow me
follow you, if you follow me
where are the days of Genesis,
days and nights
created,
for the sounds, of your tears falling like raindrops
when is this,
going to resonate,
going to penetrate,
the dense forest of vessels around my heart,
choking out the Good, It Is
Creator
created everything,
created me apart of the very thing,
you right here,
He called Good,
Oh Lord
the echo of that one day and night and day and night
                                day and night and day and night
                                day and night and day and night,
stills rolls through space, in the dark
and it skips a beat every day of rest, the seventh, not the first
and it skips a beat it is not a test,
and it skips a beat so you can give your best,
on the first day for the rest of the days until the day of rest,
old faces singing young songs,
and even if you may not sing
and even if you may not play
                                               you are an instrument, if ever I needed
and even if you may not rhyme,
and even if you hate the sound of prose,
                                                 your life is a sonnet, font in BOLD, please, stay with me,
                                                   even when you rest in peace,
so we will laugh until we cry, knowing
because once you experience Love,
                                                     you     have seen the face of God.



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