Cherokee Spirit

It was like that of a breeze it carried, that of an elegance it soared. Through the heavens she roars as she stood among many. There the eagle soars with lift of the wind. It’s there on a hunt, its heart begins. It’s the belly of the soul needs fulfilling as it fly’s for that of grace. For as an angel this day, has given me that of God’s grace. Through them canyons the spirits run wild. It’s there the fox runs, as it is a maiden at play. She moves with the swiftness of the wind. That Indian spirit souring through with hollowing winds. It’s there I was on the prowl through the desert sands. That to which was beauty and grace came and swept right in. Though there is a cloud to which shades the moon. There is spirit that still fly’s the blues. They come in many, that to which protects us all. There’s always one with heart that will steal it all. There is always a light that out shines them all. Even through the dark side of them walls. It’s the spirit that watches the soul as they live among that of dead souls. But it’s there that goodness reins. As my heart I throw with rings. It’s there we live to love, is the heart being in love. That it may be caught and soar with blue winds. But be protected by that to which stars rein the heavens in the end. It’s there I would soar with forever more. As my heart would fly free from that to which is of dark doors. I would glide with eyes of the spirit as I to would be fulfilled with spirit. To find my belonging and soar the skies beyond. That in God we could go far and beyond. And forever to be loved by what is your grace and eye’s of love. Knowing there’s a chance of this being true love! I would glide the heavens with you and like a hearts first love. Give praise for he has sent me one with beauty and wisdom to love.