I imagine something that takes me
Down a road and this place
Exits to offer a bow of renewal
Tempting fate and making my way
To the moon of a fraction of what may
Touch this ribbon
Showing excellence and giving a new name
To passion, offering ones hand
To the Lord seems to play
A big part in healing the day
And mending sorts in the sand on the beach
Showing how my eyes can meet
With my truest desires
As I commit to winning the hand
Of my Lord.
A prayer about honor
Lord your presence offers a recluse
That entails and escapes dignity
Leaving to introduce
A perception that is truer
To thyne eye of reason
Than ever laid
Might I appease the son
With my difference?
and might I win my next challenge
Take me to new measures
And pleasure my honor
With your will
Have mercy
I touch the tips of heaven
With flowers and ponies
And such thoughts
that stare at me and say
I have chosen
The path less taken
Emptying my blanket
To the ground
And begging God
For mercy
Time plays into my harp
And tells me to keep sharp
So that one day
When I’m the one standing
I will have on my heart
The one that declares me steady
Time spills and puddles
The scene
such harmony is brought
to caress a tale
one that distills
and permeates
through the air
the light Is shown
as you wear your smile
let this next day
say to you
how marvelous
and true
to your spirit
you are
and let your rays
funnel your being
as you are running
to achieve
and believe
in something we cannot see
Temptations leave me
Floating in the breeze
With desires and hopes
That I only dream
The magic lay
In what I can say
As a delivered woman
I know as I keep my chin up
The mountains and lakes
Will fold into a manuscript and takes
Me beyond words
Performing in bliss
With this
And this
With words that kiss
The tips
Of heaven
In prayer
