Surrenders my soul,
Like the everso, billowing plumes of the Opera,
Weaving Destiny’s Crest into eternity,
For Charity’s sake
Upon devotion’s wall of gold
I stand open and ask for the son’s peak in my life
Push the limits of your excellence,
by pushing your kindnesses onto others,
lift the veil to your best courtesy,
by lifting your hands to Christ in praise
the brook of the meadows flows through
plush, nourished land that is untouched with reason
allowing all faith to surface In these years
building within streams that glow
as soft, irredescent hope
without fears of tomorrow
silence breathes insight into the night
ripples in the water balance the melody, lightly
simply caressing your thoughts
opportunity strokes the beginning of time
and you saunter about this brook
reaching into its depth to envision a life
passed your failure keeping in flight
of your achievements
press into this daylight all that you fight for
and remember to never look back
it is only taking from thee
and praise this song of your destiny
it whispers and engraves in your heart
all the wishes of your life as an art
pouring richness into this castle of prosperity
So brilliantly lit
To tempt my stare
Daring to keep
A sheen desire
Reaching for the stars
That sparkle
And to the sea of opportunity
My decent reaches through
The caves and over the mountains
To find a new relation
To what is sewn and what is true
To my heart
Satisfaction
So much pleasure in
What I can see
Having the truth
Lay before me
Is fulfillment
Offering the bliss
Of reality
Kissing my gifts
As the sea
Moves and drifts
To sew
A new path
For the sand
On one hand
I’m satisfied
And the next
I give into
Reckoning with
Contentment
And lift my dreams
In a stream
Forming
A rainbow of
light
Fearless
Lord, your wind is like magic
always pushing me in different directions
Your oceans are like a potion for my misery
Your mountains are like masses of approval
waving at my decisions
Your sun is like an eye of reason
bringing in the different seasons
From night and day
So much lay on my heart today
As I wash away my fears
Bouquet
So many perfumes I smell in the air
Each flower has it’s other pair
So many share their colors as if
Working without a care
What a beautiful array
That shows my true feelings
So much sentiment behind stems
That have petals
Always opening to offer their power
As they shower you with peace
You’re binding me to
See the real me
Is who I mean to be
Always loving and committed
To my song
Am I wrong to please myself
With a tune so new
That it’s label is but a fable
In the future
I can see who
I’m meant to be
And I think I’m bound
To you and you and you
This is my life
Always stating the truth
Of what my life brings
So much sentiment today
As I lay my shadow at the door
Never forgetting who made me
But enduring the lost
As but a pause of me
Holding to the future is plain you
Try to say
But I see this riddle finding me
In a place that hides me as the flesh
To my bones
You may think you see the real me
But it is yet to be discovered
As I show you
My laugh
The depth of it stays with me
Keeping me in solitude
Offering the magnitude
Of what is becoming
Keeps me going hoping
to keep my secret
of who I’m trying to hide.
So much pleasure
In what you offer me
I see in one view
That you too
Love so much
Your wonder
Leaves me questioning
My perception
What is real seems so blissful
Today may I
Call you insane
Because then we would be the same
Let me mark you
With the sound of my harp
And I will show you
Truly what I know
You talk to me and say
It is in me
And I lay to reason
With the best place
Is in my imagination
Living in today
And bringing in tomorrow
This is me
And you afford me
To use
Another tune
So perfect only the heavens
Hear it’s truth.
I’m blind for you
Bring to me your nature
So that I may be in your rapture
And remind me to keep being me.
Wonderful
The magic is in
The kin of delivery
Washing away the sin
What was once knit
So tight
Is now loose to flight
In the breeze
So often
Please remember
There’s never too much
When a bunch of flowers
Offer their heads to a bed
Laying at ease
Is it’s tease of approval
With it’s power
It’s touch
Is such that brings
Emphatically
The taste of sweet
So much static
Charging itself
Full of energy
Never leaving
But breathing into
a ceremony
Of it’s stature
So in harmony
Is the wonderful
In me.
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