Angels Fly Strategically
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My mind falls asleep; I see the light.
Who would have thought it could
happen tonight? They say to hold my
head high, but I would rather let out a
sigh. Way too deep & I’m afraid to
look in your eyes; peacefully realizing
my lies. A dramatic persona, with a
stage nicely decorated. A prayer for
unity, but I only see it separated. Last
night I dreamed of familiar landscape.
Today, I’m still isolated, but planning
an escape. Take a chance; move
forward naturally. Growth within a
beauty unfolding consistently &
gradually. God? The peace that
surpassed understanding. Angels flying
strategically for a graceful landing. A
prayer if I dare, to see if I really care.
There is a power & a presence to feel.
There is opportunity with dignity to
kneel. To stand alone with our
individual mystery; interconnected &
solved for all to see. A dream with
words for channeling, timing to once
again attempt rhyming. Will you rescue
me, to once again be free? To once
again see the world through a view of
love. Give me hope, you are close now,
& we originate from above. There is no
plan to be tracked, traced, or
calculated. Observing only what is
naturally perpetuated. It’s so difficult
to believe, so please, rescue me.
Confidence may be a key, for a locked
search, & a dove perched. This is
ridiculous I know. Have you figured
out the joke I show? The serious nature
of a poet rebelling. The laughter of
someone who really gets it, instead of
explaining the knowing.
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