that gasps in delight at your sight.
that makes you gasp in delight while in your sight
you know the one,
whether you feel it in your dreams makes no difference
even when you reach the altar of the darkened star
if you are aware of such delight, you never forget the state.
It’s the meeting place
precisely where each is at,
or God forbid any attached pleas,
that gets us through the days soaring.
Any other way isn’t caring; it’s energy depletion.
Rising into the air that is lighter, gentler and evermore forgiving.
Unrelenting on expanding when everything around is shrinking.
I am not your misstep,
nor your way out.
I came to forsake them all,
and I have returned to claim unrelenting love.
“Thou hast beset me behind and before… Whither shall I go from thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there” -Psalm 139:5,7-8