Gateway

When the storm has withered and you walk away, Look up and then down and ye shall see my cloud. Brisk but sweet I shall be and I shall shine so proud. I shall move the winds and ye shall hear what I say. I will take your voice and vibrate what you do pray. I will come through you with a whisk so very loud. I am the noises amongst every single blatant crowd. Today tomorrow or yesterday I was there on that day. I am inside of you and outside the court. Bounced and planked I am the only one. Itched and scratched I examine the port. Faith or Grace I have just only now begun. Time is you and time is me and I set you to my side. I am a gateway that is so narrow or much too wide. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2007