As real as a re-occurring dream.....
I am lifted up on the wind's wings, as I sit and wait for you.
Your presence known in lifetimes past...
And of hopes in heart.
I'm guided beyond the clouds and beyond the mist of your ever changing cloak.
Your sun brings warmth and re-birth.
Your darkness a velvety slope of wonder, sleep, and calm.
I revel in your choice of man and men.
Of weapon and war.
With eyes shut, I beg unto you....
Take not my sinful shadow, but take my love of son and morrow.
Transform and rebuild my jilted hand.
So serving you as one.
I will commit myself to you.
And do away with none.
