My heart is young and unknown
to the dancing shadows of honest love,
one that although is simple
cannot be disguised, waiting to lead
wind into hope- inspiration's promise.
For now I can only pray and have faith
God has a plan already lighting day.
I do not want to go seeking,
wanting what I think is "true passion"
when I have no idea who to look for...
only the angels can reveal.
I know I must wait for that breath,
one that calls and moves my heart
out of my chest,
experiencing the precious gift of sharing air.
I will always leave an open place beside me,
where my only guardian rests its presence,
until life allows us to be joined in more than spirit.
And when those dreams become whispers,
flowing into faithful oceans without fear,
then I will know who has arrived for me.
