In my world
I wake up into dreams And fall asleep into reality I love what I can see And am loved by what I can’t In my world I am undone by the Irrefutable And am made whole by the Indescribable I am what is inconceivable Yet conceive what is Unbelievable In my world I speak by becoming silent And listen by talking to the heart I pray by forgetting I'm praying And remember we shall never be apart
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Buried in the leaves
Fallen I hid my true colors Still green and full of life I breathed in perpetual Spring While shriveled cynicism And morbid moribunds Covered me with their decaying ways Wonder I did What the evergreen must Think When the air becomes Thick With the changing of the guard Doubt surely Must bleed through his Bark And drip on receding Roots Eroding the faith Once unwavering In the love of his Creator Who promised the wind Would one day come And paint sky between the trees So light could Wake the fallen Buried in the leaves |
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October 2019
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