Tuesday, August 6, 2013

This afternoon, this journey breezy...

This afternoon,
This journey breezy
thinking you
Is like having a journey
So watery
As if journeys thus
Make us pass
Through all,
As if by You
Carried
me could traverse
Seven thousand miles at a stretch
As if by You me can move on without rest...
Yet O how You a rest in eyes become
How you be my evening song
How You help me always
As if You show me my destined ways...

And me following Your tune like a soul taking a flight
moves on and on with visions occuring tireless as if a sight...

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