I NEED A SAFE LANDING

I may never see you again because despair lingers.
The breath of the gods is on the move swallowing anything in its path.
Take my hand as I walk across the bridle path.

My simplicity has left for higher ground.
Fear floods in and surrounds me.
My authenticity is non-existent.

I want you.
No, I want me.
I’ll wait for you.
No, I’ll wait for me.

I want to abhor my own discouragement.
I want to mature into a pure persona.

Can you see above your beauty and bravery?
Yes, you can.
You know how.

Can you teach me how to sense my own beauty?
I beg you!
Share your magic!

I can feel your serenity, your stability.
I am bewitched by your aura, your aroma.
Your magic has enchanted me.
I believe in it.
It enriches me.
I awaken in the night looking for that faith which endures.

I dream of--
Faith’s affection.
Faith’s stamina.
Faith’s vision.
Faith’s ambiance.
Faith’s sincerity.
Faith’s passion.

Your invocation is on the move devouring ignorance
Floating over the land searching.
There’s no missing it.
It floats in with the fog, searching.
Watch for the mist as it comes across the water.
Let it find you.
I will let it find me.
It will silence our fears then flow out with our tears.