With The poet
I want my breath
To be in your rhythm
My heart
To beat in time
With yours
My voice
My words
To be harmonious
With all you’ve ever said
My eyes to see whatever you have
To show me
My ears to hear your voice
Even though
It comes from a thousand mouths
A millions different ways
In a million different places
Help my lens
To capture
The views you wish to bless me with
Saving memories of our time
Together
My pen
To write out & let go
Of the poison I have kept for so long
To write rescues to others
To light the way
To you
Animate
My fingers
That
What I type
Might be
What ever you can dream up
Whatever you like
An escape route
A path
To a brighter day
An anchor
In a hurricane
A harbor
A stirring
To courage
And
As only you can
May all that I do
Somehow
Help me
As wellby b.e. noll perhaps I'm the victim of too many fastnachts today.
Well... I "shall take my leave of you now". I need to pull myself to a quieter place if I'm going to sleep at all tonight.
May His grace drip from your fingers,
B
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