In Audience

. for public domain I love looking at her lips as she sings, when she speaks, and when she mumbles, how they flutter, how they tremble, how they spread across her smiling face, how she purses them when she sees trouble. That she might press them upon my cheek, when I feel sad, when I feel weak, when I fall onto my knees in tears cause I can't find the Lord's peace I seek, she'd calm my suffering with a kiss. I dream that I might hold her near, not just in sleep, but everywhere we might find our rest, our travels, but for now my soul unravels * whenever she takes the stage and sings. * This line inspired from Johnny’s Garden, a song by Stephen Stills