Aided By The Art Of Your Grace

Your perfect love.

Will finding,

purely,

the appointed,

the hour of

greatest surrendering.

The soul of soul,

rises atop,

the crest,

giving voice to the ocean.

Love languaged in remembrance.

The Earth awakes.

Self aware,

possessed.

Overflowing

with the

beauty

of choice.

A name is

born,

unborn,

reborn,

discovered,

conquered,

in exploration,

in mapping,

peaks of pleasure.

Pinnacle of spirit,

divine play.

Walls built

with the bricks

of naivety

fall within

the realm of a name.

Finally pronounced

in complete simplicity,

a woman

strides across

the room.

Washing her face

and hands

within the vitality

of morning.

of

The

had

of that crooked

Jus

won’t make

or

Your