Your words float to me
as they kiss the air
like the rays of the sun
full of might and protection
as if created for a reaction
that sites it’s chorus
leaving nothing to the wind
to decide, but plenty full
within the insight
of a run-in with an angel
that sees my truth
as not dissolved
but recorded to stare at
as I evolve with my
words so dear
let me make clear
my testimony is boarded
and weaving my words
is never done without
help from above
and I project tiles
of ceremony
from what seems
harmony sent to me.