Wandering fae dances with the leaves
in her hair and moonstone reflecting...
She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...
Dear Father, I'm imagining myself anywhere but...
enveloping visions into my life that I will...
Your admonishment - mere monologue.
Your thoughts - humility defaced...
Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...
This isn't a competition
It's just me on a mission...
Fingers flowing gently across the keys
Whiles melodies capture your heart...
Blood shot eyes shyly spark blue flames-
{-Fire Consumes Your Heart...
A prophet speaks the truth alone,
His words can cut you to the bone...
Destinations have a start
a place called the beginning...
Pawns without a square to rest
nor does the King or Queen...
Prophets are beautiful outside
And dirty inside...