The Leavings

My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet tarts pave our way. Choosing now to remain, linger, going deep with in the ocean free. Forms incorporeal above me rise to celestial sea. The earth bathes now in rarest form portrayed. My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. While Hosanna’s fade from still whole memory with outstretching hand a mate for me waylaid. Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way Alpha and omega will we be, and from all sin have we been freed. For we seek the harder path the joy delayed. My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. Yet, He abandons we, “NO He does NOT!” a different fate have we. And, with golden kisses each soul drops as they pray. Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way. The larger scheme of dark and light replays with joyous glee. Deep with our Lord, His Love He does display. My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee….. Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave my way.