The Middle Ground

L()()king for the middle ground. Searching for a place to stand. Wishing for the wind to howl at me to blow sweet love to me. Seeds aer given to be spent in hopes of future generation. But then Spirit came to me and told me of my seperation. Flesh is not the way of life but spirit deep inside. We aer borne in space and time: a love. When eye sleep above the tree line eye get snow. The ditch however is a place eye never go. Somewhere in between the Heaven and the Sun. My ^V^iolet FLower dwells in some colors from above. But eye am earth bound in my footsteps. Footprints sounding when eye walk between the raindrops. L()()King for that middle ground. Yes eye carry love. Centered in the recess of my chest. The thing is called a heart. Changing colors as eye walk to middle ground. Changing back from black to ^V^iolet blue. Searching all my thoughts of ewe. Finding only LOVE in the place of solitude. Shining in my armour. Eye love ewe.