The sun stares at the mountains
And thinks the streams within
Are captive beneath the stars
To be
Watched and sensored
The way the creek caresses
The Tops
The hills
Leaves one to imagine
The way we came
Is also the way we blame
For our nature
To submit to the higher power
And occupy the hour
In tasteful presumption
Decrees allegiance between
The mountains and its streams
And surpasses the questions of
What will be
If we will just see
The magic in believing
In the way we move
Is beyond a degree of regime
Then we can be new!
Sometimes the quiet held within speaks
And then what meets with divinity
Is but a testimony of old and new
A matchless pursuit
After God’s own hand
Standing alone makes one wonder
How it is you hold a microphone
In the air, only tempting more despair
Yet a regal attribute longs for forgiveness
And plenty a rare find a way
To hear how plainly God waves
In a salutation
Adhering to our positions
And fostering our gratitude
With mere performance
Thank you
The sky is full of questions that insists my desires
Are but a kiss in reality
That lifts my spirit and compels me to listen
To the waves and the current that flows
Through my mind like electricity
And fights to survive
Within the depth its kept hidden
And bordered with the slightest touch of birds
And sounds that caress what abounds
Inside
I am burdened every day
I live that I cannot contain this suffering passion
Your love is like
A rainbow
Full of color
Bending in ways
That send the son a prayer high
Conceding with flowers
My speech impedes
When its left to be
By heart that will see
The synaesthesias
Of desire
Springing to a song
Long ago
Introduces me to
Something beyond
Just marvelous
The fancy
The benign
The ravishing
Beneath the eye
Desires lay bequeath
The sun rises
To testify
How remarkable
You are
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