Two brides tangle
Colliding in faith hands, descending as one
They are born in new genesis, and in this claim,
Unbridled dependencies upon an air founded giant
Lost in the whispers, the onlookers decided,
In a whole, for the one.
In the collective face; a wave amongst the magnitude
Coasting in some strides to voices void from just ones own
Eyes towards a man, neglecting truth amongst one self
Evangelical divine, looks towards clouds, from ones own health
The Sun rises and is new in each to every day
Till this decree of new beginnings is swept
It’s time for Mind’s to come of age
Mind’s to decide…
Mind’s to crash raptures none at idols but at own personal platitudes
Mind’s to bestow showings of the energy and choice in his state of self
Giving only of his nature…
Gratefulness to the Moon for keeping him to feel
Gestures towards a Sun keeping him to leap and when to real
And thank-fulls towards a planet, and two parents, who give him skin
And a life, far from the masses, but rather buried deep within
Instincts, nature’s savior, through emotes and lawful seas
Born from wisdom in ones hands
To be true – is to believe.
