Where is your face?
Why has it faded so quickly...

It's like I'm drifting,
you don't even pass me by...

He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...

Mis alas,
escuches...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

I am drafted to your scent,
far past dusk's arrival...

I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...

From golden morn' I watched the ocean swell
alive with wonder, rushing into sky...

I am not experienced
at balancing my pain...

God won't leave you
when you fall again...

I carried you across
aching months of devastation...

He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...