for I am of poor sight
and when I do have the courage to surface
let it be with far more passion and compassion
for the love of you.
You who are my strength,
power and delight.
You who are the very essence
of my powerful inner sight.
You who are the deliverer
of my life’s source,
that which is forever vigilant
that I compare to no one
but that of the divinity
within my own life’s worth.
August 4th, 2015
Tags: Awake