Beautiful Words of Art

The leaves wilt Soon the season will tilt The world will cease to a halt A new beginning glim in sight The past shakes In the distance, yesterday fades Slowing dying in noon’s shade Disappearing into the distance cascade We match forward Ne're turning around, only onward But my minds eye doesn't fail I recall every detail From hello to adios Through hug to lies From kiss to kicks Warm hands to cold pecks We watched the sun set on the horizon Too bad I allowed it to set on our belonging Without an anchor we drifted into comparison And lost all sense of loving I'm not asking for a third chance Neither am I asking for another dance True I dreaming of an awakening glace But I only ask, you remember the opening fence

How can I live pure, walk in His tight shoes? Follow His prints; aline my steps with His? My mind is constantly searching, seeking Wanting purification, dreaming holiness The road is webbed, the destinations undefined The options infinite, the whispers crowding What do I do? Who do I listen to? Oh! my head is exploding; sinking in thoughts I'm in my prime, my strengths are apexing I want the most from my timed existence I don't want to wail tomorrow, cursing the choices of today I want a happy tomorrow, but one question remains, HOW? I have tried, on my own I have fought But I'm losing my resolve, my will withers The temptations are strongly gaining Oh! the sweetness of the worldly pleasures But I dream of white lenin, without a mole of dent A book with glass leaves, a vessel without flaws I want my steps to glitter; my words scriptured An angel amidst; a walking perfection But the question remains, HOW? How do I resist the devil; his tempting promise?