Bring me lilacs
and the scent of green
to revive my soul.
Deliver me
from ashes of the past;
the darkness of regret.
It takes many hands to bridge the gap;
between old
and new.
Accentuate beauty with a smile,
the sweetness of untainted syllables,
and the turn of a page
in my beloved book of psalms;
poetry to awaken the senses-
the language of love.
He knows every lock of curl,
every line in my palm
because he drew them there.
Nothing is unplanned
in this tapestry;
this mapped out,
unapologetic, unexplained life.
There is a shift in the atmosphere
every chord clinging to tomorrow,
feet firmly planted,
and not a single step back.
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