Thursday, May 16, 2013

Follower.

                Follower.



As I climbed into my bed,
Something in the void stirred.
An echo of serenity,
Or was it the beating I heard ?
A new inspiration came calling,
The shine of love in her eyes,
Almost leaving me breathless,
Like the heaven I see in the skies.
As springtime moves all creation,
I find myself wanting to bloom.
Aspects of her tenderness,
Have followed me here to my room.
Am I destined to be followed,
By this angel divinely created ?
And will life ever,
Reveal her as the one I have waited ?
Allowing space for beautiful distractions,
My heart is open and free,
As we lay together,
I know where I will always be.