*I have seen the stars dance in the shadows.
I saw the world outside my window.
Screaming faces-
Telling time with countless voices.
Ticking clocks-
Counting the skipping of the rocks.
Brushing slacks.
Footsteps jumping the cracks.
Distance watching the sunset-
Remembering the first time they met.
The painter looking out to life;
Ready to embrace it as his wife.
Raindrops stuck in memory-
Of the children's agony.
White skies-
Baptizing the sinner's tie.
History holding creation's stories-
Telling future glories.
Courage finding the opportunity-
To fight insecurity
With His purity.
Sunday shoes-
Taping to the rhythm of Blues.
Heaven singing from above-
Waiting for its truelove.
How do we see life in our minds?
How do we wait for the counting of clocks?
How do we measure the depth of our walk?
How do we climb the mountain of time?*
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
*I have seen the stars dance in the shadows.
I saw the world outside my window.
Screaming faces-
Telling time with countless voices.
Ticking clocks-
Counting the skipping of the rocks.
Brushing slacks.
Footsteps jumping the cracks.
Distance watching the sunset-
Remembering the first time they met.
The painter looking out to life;
Ready to embrace it as his wife.
Raindrops stuck in memory-
Of the children's agony.
White skies-
Baptizing the sinner's tie.
History holding creation's stories-
Telling future glories.
Courage finding the opportunity-
To fight insecurity
With His purity.
Sunday shoes-
Taping to the rhythm of Blues.
Heaven singing from above-
Waiting for its truelove.
How do we see life in our minds?
How do we wait for the counting of clocks?
How do we measure the depth of our walk?
How do we climb the mountain of time?*
