Last sight

“I’ll follow, with an angel to lead”

Milton (paraphrase)

Looking out my Grove, mythic wisdom, in grasses, held tightly,

Like my brother said,

“I don’t judge nature and she doesn’t judge me”

And I believe,

I look up to see the road become vale, where I see the goddess,

Reveal, like lightning, and thunder, like love

And in the storm that’s brewing, my scizzy thought

I conjure battles

Can conjure an army against man

But I clash against myself

And

Heart wins

The battle of madness, of life rages, and

I surrender, completely

To the goddess

I guess jesus never gave into temptation

And he was perfect, I don’t care

Life is my own strife and trouble-

Headlights,

My own life

My own story

My own battle

My own belief

My goddess

I’ll never give up Dreams of G

Magpie patterns weave, as day and night,

Like magpie flight, thru hearts,

Magpie calls, half shadow falls on sunglass magpie sight, enthralled,

I take delight, bending dark and light, and holding green tight,

At last sight, enchantment, a bugle sound like Tchaikovsky

Sent an army for you to lead me,

Away from myself

Into flowers, love and poesy