to His 805th...
SO then, who’s singing our lullabies these days?
So loud we think it’s fake.
So timid we feel it false.
So near we feel awkward with friends.
But… we have some more to aks for us-in-becoming.
Cuz’ all is made just for us.
And
Yet
We think it otherwise.
However true we are
To the Grace of living
Never mind that without knowing
At times
What the journey could that be!
Than again.
Pain is ever-present.
Along with feverish fear sheathing Ms. Stealness:
Yes, bliss iz bliss,
Love-lusberpolly,
Sin’ son-o-Louve
To mee…
So loud we think it’s fake.
So timid we feel it false.
So near we feel awkward with friends.
But… we have some more to aks for us-in-becoming.
Cuz’ all is made just for us.
And
Yet
We think it otherwise.
However true we are
To the Grace of living
Never mind that without knowing
At times
What the journey could that be!
Than again.
Pain is ever-present.
Along with feverish fear sheathing Ms. Stealness:
Yes, bliss iz bliss,
Love-lusberpolly,
Sin’ son-o-Louve
To mee…