Sometimes in the late evening
I can feel a presence near me.
A friend visits and asks a favor.
I can not refuse the smile of nervous
the crown and the valley
dimensions running parallel
speaking through the use of code/symbol
primal source - eternal source (force) of love.
I rub my pen and watch the glow on the face of one
then turn my face to the ever-green valley
sweat on my face, fire in her hair.
My tym is growing harder so I must stop
before the eruption of light makes me grow cold
and ends my ability to give and receive.
The walk is best prolonged favoring neither
side of the fence but remaining in balance and eternal.
Yes I have flown, nothing is impossible in God.
My ability to navigate improves constantly
my eye has opened like a flower
that I no longer wantonly beat and d/face.
There is eternal life in the hand of god.
I am protected by an ancient sage,
Holy Grail and wisdom found only in Light.
Love will always rise.