Hallelujah, heavens just waiting for you
Old sounding promises seemed sorta true,
unless it happened otherwise for you?
convenience sake or perhaps just is
planetary alignments making your “fizz”
complexity resurrects a new hopeful night
inviting you always to flick bic your light
emboldened by others who don’t really see
leaving you fearful to simply just be...
tagging you on to another track of time
creating yet another filigreed tale of rhyme
thinking of all things in a no thing kind of way
saying yes to life makes for fun along the quay
sun dance and moon dance promising more
opening your mind, opening your score
never forsaking the opportunity to
come into the light, come into the few
possibilities pool at the base of your soul
near death glory roundin’ a false flag pole
of desire not met, direction never held
push pull of reality, always a dread
magnanimous inquiry filed in countless minds
finalizing the truth, does it serve our kind?
slots of intentionality reign like fine dust
slipping and sliding, its so nearly lost
pilgrims on march, going some where soon
playing that game, never awakens afore noon
denial rests, plots thicken to stew... creating this
profound visions of you - at your best this
coming new year, hallelujah, heavens just waiting for you...
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019
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