I Wish I Were Of future prepared By knowledge gained By trust of what is needed If need holds true

The revival of love once bestowed in the hearts of the devoted, the teachers with the seed still growing in their being,

Air and melody, sweetness and sorr… encompassed by magestic wreaths of… tears of silent valor and sound em… of air passing through the hauntin… velvet lullabies wrapped in purple…

Near but not there and looking up, in the trough and sinking lower, mountainous waves leering up ahead… liquid beasts with white fangs closing in to devour his prey,

Mother Nature in her childish man… In her mischievous, frisky demeano… Millions of miles away from the su… Plays with the clouds, a day fille… She hides the sun and deceives the…

Rising from the deep-sea furnaces… she swims to the top with the seew… dangling from her horns to survey… as it sways to the rhythm of the t… looking at the azure skies and abs…

When power begins its Annual weakening And shadows grow longer, The rays begin to sag. The sun grows weary

My high priest, my hierarchy from… a compassionate dictator, a benevo… a part of me that I didn’t know, a hidden river of divine secrets, an accumulation of all perceptions…

Minuscule Ocean Of your mighty acts gone quiet Your gentle touching upon the shor… Like a tender kiss from a loving m… Minuscule Ocean, you come in so p…

Imprints in the Soul Sorrow marches in with heavy feet Trampling over gentle valleys Snorting fire from evil places In step with the wailing winds

Up to the soaring eagle and back down to the minuscule sea below, site of wiry lines inching forth before its eyes, smiling at the sun and

Catastrophic glamour before the eyes; the fire, warfare, tragedy, death, calling for the rivers to rise, the boiling of the blood,

As if the soil down under was a wa… on a journey to a downward pinnacl… where the voice of God reached the… and told it to rise up and follow… up through the soil and into the s…