AND THEN TO YOU


All the hands
Feeding the poor beggars on the street;
Replaced by your fingers of beauty;
Lifting to heaven.

Clouds, white and misty;
Soothe the heart of the hard mind.
A music box smoothens the edges;
And curves of fine wool string touch the rainbow.

When I need the power of my academia;
When I float in the water of dreams.
I surf your cool wave of literati;
The world is well.

Oxygen and carbon dioxide;
Unite in my dexterity and complexity.
A zone of simplicity comes;
I call to you, dear heart.

All pollutants become holy.
All holy items become organic.
I would live one day;
Without you. And I want to see.

When you speak, power & beauty join hands...how you command the language
and tempt my mind to rise yet higher. Thank you for blessing me.

Bridgette Alyce

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