The scent of night perfumes my pillow here tonight
alongside jasmine dreams that will never go away
A traceless dusk awaits me by tomorrow's infant light
as I dream beneath the umbra of a lost forgotten day

Silently I revel by the flowered gates of Paradise
jarring open with my fingers parting veils of time
A harp of gold is being plucked right before my eyes
as I float towards its cadence, I feel quite sublime...

Ephemeral presences with feel and touch of home
everything is moving smoothly as I begin to slide
Judgement day I have arrived and I'm here alone      
as I sit before the Jury, I lose the urge to hide


Here inside this fragranced Kingdom an aromatic bliss,  
permeating right through heaven, like a gentle kiss.  

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When times get hard dear soul
lean on the power of God !
If stars refuse to shine then  
hold on to the light of Christ
and let Him illuminate, your path
Don't linger on your grief for too long  
for even rainbows disappear after rain  
Just believe in the power of His love  
and keep your eyes on the prize
heaven is for the brave ones like you
When times get hard dear one,
lean on the power of God !

Whatever you mean to me
is nestled deep inside my spirit  
Lips sealed, I'll never speak of it
not to you, nor any other soul;
Heart pumping soul-searing love,  
unrequited and strong.