Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Swing

I wrestle with the demons of the night 
who have forced me to put up a terrible fight
I wrestle with the demons of the day
who wants to lead my spirit astray
And when the evening is done
The mystry will have heaven on the run
And the joy will start running over
When we unite in the middle of the night
And connects with the passion that is burning inside
Then  we will climb on top of the mountain 
And gaze over the horizon with the music singing
and vibrating from the four corners of the  earth
with hands on cheek lushious breeze swinging in the deep 
And the clouds will dance on wings when
the pride is stepping in, and the bells will ring
to the chants of those glorious hymn
Joy will leap and stretch my feet above the distance sky
When we move forward to accept that Bligh 
Oh how I wait patiently for that moment when we will
dance in the street with the happy crowd and doors will close
with midnight washing all over the floor
And  the midnight bliss burst through the silent door
and touch me.How much I yearn for that day
When my spirit will move through sky and circulate
 the atmosphere with everything that is discrete
And way out into the deep our spirits will be complete
The fountain will wet the hill with my song and 
it will make music that will roar through  depth of the sea 
And the crowds will applaud and shout when the journey is complete
This day will come and I am waiting, this day will come and my heart
is breaking, this day will come when heart will listen to is own song
It will feel the thrills and send showers on my window sil
And my spirit will embrace something new and it will listen silently to you
It will listens carefully to the stars above and the music vibrating in the bars
And I will watch the frantic crowds running about without a doubt  
I kept waiting for the day when the hills will release its energy and
And the wisdom of mankind will open in the sea and un-nerve everybody
The hills will florish and my heart will be settled beneath the clouds
The trees will spread through the wreched valley and meet at the pinicle of mountain to remove all doubt and enlightened the ingnorant souls that keeps moving and tossing  the message  about. Embrace the message that is profound,and end the show with truth and facts that will make you glow.

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