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SANCTUARY
The sound of rain aggressively beating against my window pane...
On this Monday night.
Wind blowing strong -
Shivering through my soul and down to my bones...
But it's alright.
The sound of horns...
Blowing in my ear,
But my heart is all that hears...
Must be the blues that I feel.
The fire is crackling;
Flames blowing high...
And all I see is your face with a tear in your eye...
And it's all my fault -
Trying to pay the cost to be the boss.
All I can think of is how your love touched me,
Changing my ways and views;
Un-confusing me...
See...
You spoke to me in your language of divinity...
Smoking the remains of love that burns infinitely in my soul,
While intoxicated with old, old memories.
Romance is the possibility;
Love is approximately;
Something is guaranteed,
But nothing is exactly...
And as I look before me...
Nothing is all I see.
I'm hearing silence;
Breathing sound;
Tasting fragrances of you all around me...
I'm surrounded...
By the blues...
The blues...
The blues...
The blues is in my eyes -
Seeing words that I cannot speak.
The blues is in my soul -
Flows like crystal blue water through lakes, rivers, & streams.
My soul is my temple,
And the blues is my God...
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And the blues is my God.
Tha Prodigal One...
