Following Flow
I create illusions, definite conclusions
Of how life should go
But I give them to faith, and a double-edged blade
So I can fight with flow
Moments try to capture, ensnare with rapture
So that I cling to pleasure
But the water rushes, in weighted brushes
So that I drop my treasure
.....where eternity grows
Oh how I love sound, the innocence found
In the clear of water
Surrounded in green, without the will to mean
In the truth of being HIS daughter
Dark shadows may dart, desiring my heart
To notice their presence
But the veil hides my face, in the forbidden place
Where I bath in the essence
....of HIS grace
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2019
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2019
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