Monday 22 July 2019

The Good News

Carved by a river
That door in the sky
Flooded with songline
Of apple and eye
When love
Is the only proof to me
Holding hands
With who I used to be
I refused to see
But then I saw
Each and every angel
In the war
Wreath of my echo
Gate of my crown
As she was held
While holding down
Those petals she touched
While unfolding that place
Where I leapt
Into sacred space
How do you read me?
'Cause I'm just getting started

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