If I could describe
The space between lips Would I cease to use words Or bother to speak Would I walk with wings And pray with the meek If I could describe The space between breaths Would I cease to need bread Or year for the wine Would I hear His heart And know we're Divine If I could describe The space between hands Would I cease to seal shame Or bother with hurt Would I love nothing more Than bodies from dirt If I could describe The space between lines Would I cease to see black Or bother with white Would we heal held hate And fill holes with light If I could describe The space between weaves Would I cease to doubt Son Or bother with fear Would I make my peace With what we have here If I could describe The space before love Would I cease to know faith Or bother with The Boy Could I have met You And come to know joy
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Chasing highs
I thought you were too far Floating away On your little white cloud With beauty struggling To keep up Swimming in sky I wondered What it would be like To touch the Untouchable To rest with the divine On the only pillows Made for the mystery That was your love And the thought That we ever needed to go Chasing Highs When
Amidst the search for words, You stumble upon sentences Made from something other Than that which you were Desperately seeking, And realize that Poems can never actually Be written. They can merely condense From the fragments of Self Birthed with the first Moment When all there was, was The Word |
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