When I contemplate
morning's praise...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...

Where is your face?
Why has it faded so quickly...

It's like I'm drifting,
you don't even pass me by...

He is the lily
enfolding me in lips...

Mis alas,
escuches...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

I am drafted to your scent,
far past dusk's arrival...

I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...

From golden morn' I watched the ocean swell
alive with wonder, rushing into sky...

I am not experienced
at balancing my pain...