Power is what I always planned to have,but it slipped through my fingers, just like the rain slips away from clingy clouds,a loud sigh fills the air,and my eyes are dry but dismal. Balance is something I never could master,pursued but never caught,I fall down as I walk, like a beautiful bomb,chaos rains around my…

I let her have my lonely, hopeful prayer,waiting and whispering for the familiar, fair light to fall upon me.Her grace flows as she surrounds me,gentle balm to my beating, weeping heart,and I beat the sky in the race to raise daylight,as she arrives, enchanting and without exasperation.