The Comet Lake is calm,
even as little drops drip down from the grayish sky.
The wind feels nice as it dances across my skin,
No goose bumps appear.
Who would thought the mix of coffee
and wet tress would creat a smell that sets so good with you?
The tums leave the driest taste in my mouth,
But I'm happy.
The bees gossiping about life and making honey for the lord.
I'm glade they let me try some.
They are my buzzing teachers
And god is the mysterious principle.
The lights in the stars above don't flicker the slightest,
They're listening.
The humming birds have trouble stopping by,
But they fly past swiftly for a glimpse of the ladies.
We want them to stay and so we pray,
"A little this, a little that. Holiness, grace, Ruth...
each-other, to seek refuge in gods wings."
And in the end we say A-men.
In the meantime an ant crawls across my paper
and a white spider,
So tiny,
comes down to the floor on a thin string of web .
All I can see is god. All I can hear is god.
All I can taste is god. All can smell is god.
But all I can fell is love,
As bees buzz on.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
