If you were time you would be the present
That would raise my spirit like a perfect gift...

One plus one is two
Does make me think of you...

How long I overlooked the obvious
While everything else was clear...

In Your light I can see
the Spirit that is in me...

Alpabets began creating divine engraving
for great heavenly inscriptions joyfully...

I knew Tammy not
only in my thought...

I was raised up by Christianity
And somehow kept my sanity...

I was an amateur when it came to romance
I just could not sweep that detail under a rug...

Once more I have buried myself in oil,
you cannot see the despicable me...

There are birds of song and birds of prey,
Some seem to fly high and pray all day...

Beautiful white birds
in heavenly sacred song...

If my words
may not be many...