Nestled within
Are dreams and sins
Bearing life and war
Of what I bore
Often I tease
With what appeases me so
Hovering and covering
What shoud be live
I refuse to hide
When life subsides
Im sure I will find
The brand that cures
Is also the pure inside
Superfluous rings in the temples
Exorbitant measures take place
Carrying with this hope of broadcasting
A newborn
The sweet asiatic lilies
and splendid beauty of the patience
Brings subtle gentleness to your soul
Wondering what will come of this
One that was born
into a life full of butterflies
And this cadence of flowers
Offers a taste of what is divine in life
Upholding to the beauty that can transform us all
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
Does your season
Press your heart to your hands?
Does she mark you with your thoughts?
How grand it is to witness thee.
In everlasting delight
You give us strength and we agree you dip us
In such clean bath to the light.
To know you is demonstrative of what is with,
The shadow you leave behind.
She is so loving that she never looks back
Her faith lays in your hands.
my satisfaction is roused with your touch,
as you wake the water around me,
I float with the blood of Christ
Rain drips to my leaves
I stay blossoming
Leaving a fresh aroma in the air
Your beauty surrounds me
As I see my reflection
I stay in tact as the weather tries to mock me
I refuse to come apart.
The edges teach me of my fragile nature,
I rise in deformity
So also lays my reason
For my stature
I rest in unity
So dwells in me my seasons
as a perennial flower
treasured
So bland is the sand between my feet
Always meeting me at ease
Watching the sun
And broadcasting a future
So in line with my vision
Of sublime difference
Allow me to rest
In this beauty
This is the best of my life
Today irrefutably
Living in this chest
Allows me to overcome my past
So let me be
Seeing the new me.
Recharged
I’m moving and proving myself
As incessantly pleasured by action
My test comes when I’m measured
By my treasures of conviction
So many restrictions come and go
Always pressing me to my scope
Of what was once transforming is now
Informing me to prosper on my own
Never regretting a movement
Sewn within the leaves
Please use this case
As sentiment for your new pace
And let it recover
What was once tethered
Let it be Free To see
That beauty is In the duty
Of beginning.
So many nights I lay awake
Thinking of how to date
Myself
Is it by my age or is it bigger
Than something meant to take
My years away.
Might I admit that I
Like feeling older
It helps me see more
And understand my hope
Is impressed with tales
So many of them take me
Beyond an expression
The love, the hate,
The worship, the memories
Take me to my limits
And suggest I continue
To express my fortitude
Is in how I deliver myself today
Not yesterday,
What possesses me is my very own
Succession of leadership
Skills I have honed in on my entire life
This is the courage it takes to resume myself
Not as imperfect but as remarkably
Perfect.
Today I am courageous admitting
My failures and my past do not mark me today
And may I absorb in this passion of life
What does not conform me
But inform me for my future tests.
I rest in this.
It takes notes to a new place
It harmonizes and makes no waste
Time is in tables
And always in fables in much
To a disguise
Seems wise
Plenty is left at the end
And quantity creates what is to open
The new day
Today I am ready
To fall to my knees and play
With what exceeds of me
Always excelling and impels me
To continue
This Is my mark
And as I continue to play the harp
Let me be bountiful
So that I may regard my pleasure
As the present of fulfillment.
