When Sun does find my moon and sigh,
I pray to blithely spirit fly
above the treetops in Skyline
and onwards to such homeward, Thine.
My Heart is known for due review.
Let all the corners pour on through.
I fess, confess and kneel for Bless,
as soul entire seeks Thy Caress.
Let my dancing soul’s full recall
be one that offers Loves’ enthrall.
Bind me closers still to Thee,
The Heart that Beats -Eternity.
©2012 Linda Willows