dreams and desires
mixing in one
string one fire heart to
want you
Gods choosen one
shepherd me to
the waiting hills
make my feet new
i am limping still
gentle gaze on
my poor state
drawing me softly
patient you wait.
I wonder at you,
holding your staff.
waiting and beckoning me as I
fling forward at last
take off my weight that
dreaded pack.
take me to the heights now.
I dont want to come back.