Resting Spirits
up on the hill where you can just about see heaven
thats where a spirit goes when it's concious is guilty of sin
the spirit rests till it's own will can see
all things that were are and will ever be
if I wait till the dawn rises the reflection will stare
straight twords the soul untill God's will is there
up twords the sunlight follows the brilliant suns glare
back from the heavens with all new flare
where there is an opalesence look to the new moon
follow it's shadows in a monthly gracefull swoon
peacefullness in it's patterns a place away from the suns doom
Carry me there away from here resting in it's shadows
here in my souls cocoon
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
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