Wide open are your arms the sun is a small paintbrush every daybreak it draws exposes you as new as ever!
The surges in the billows blow out swimming clouds across the globe. No they don’t splash out to the starry thrillers on the sky they all are a dwarf bunch draws down to you kind Moon: Down to earth on the ground spares the heap for all for the day for the noon.
Then you are there too far afar, where is nothing but you the lotus in bloom on uncharted water. Who can describe it better everyone is lost for words!
In a moment or so Within a short span of time Everything will change It’s anxiety With a little bit of surge in tension an anxiety takes hold of the mind What will happen now? What will happen next?
In a moment or so Within a short span of time Everything will fall in it’s proper place as per thought prior As per planned Expectations These are expectations Expectations are built upon expectations when expectations from prior are met. When expectations from prior are fulfilled.
In a moment or so Within a short span of time All the efforts made so far will yield the desired results It’s hope It’s hope that keeps everyone working towards the future
With each passing moment With yet another advancing day, Very soon that will become part of the present, time passes by Time flies, however, life continues
With all the twists and turns that happen in everyone's life With all the odds that come along the way With all the ups and downs of life All the highs and lows in life Life continues Life does not stop waiting for someone Life continues as it is At it's usual pace.
It's important that reconciliation takes place in life. When looking out for a resolution, it ends up with something you never wanted in the first place to happen.
Her envisioned music rolls Notes splashing like the sea, Her endless ocean song And my piano-one and free. The passion in each salty song Never wash away with rain, And strong and never settling The roar and surge sustains. I can feel her breathing And her warm arms holding me, Their bouyant as floating boats Giving me all of her I need. The music is now ebbing, And flows into channels of changing tides. She kindly strokes my soft black hair As I gaze into her deep dark eyes. I'll awaken once she sets me free...
Full of acceleration Peculiar being the indication A force of an electrical charge The formation of changeable skies Electricity as it soars through the air But word of caution in beware Electricity that excites The skies in not wanting to be polite The thunderstorm that had arrived The skies parting ways in strive The Heaven’s electrical message It’s the Heaven’s that watch If your soul’s not right, it is the electrical charge of catch The skies of electrical approach In God’s terms this is no joke The hands of Heaven’s electrical skies It’s the wonder’s that continues to make us wise.