The Rhythm of the Sky

 

I touching the sky through my inner eye,

Reaching out and up lifting fire into air spark light,

Burning bright for years where my Fathers says done.  

Thank you for to day and me being the star in my say.

Being in heaven inheaving breath, ex heaving all the rest. 

There is my wholistic view for where I dwell, 

Above the smiling bell.

Hearing the winds request for me to vibrate the best.

From the calm comes the roaring sound all around,

The beat swelling surging to crest,

My frequency high artfully rhythmically literally lovingly lyrical.

My inner eye presents a view,

Reaching out, lifting fire into you,

Sparks ignite, light burning bright,

A time to shine where my Father knows whose one.

Thank you for today, for the star in my say,

Heaven inheaving breath, exheaving all the rest.

This is my whole, my space, me on top making love on the crest,

Above the ringing bell that sings dancing I am best.

The wind calls me, a voice in tune, there best bloom coming to crest.

Vibrating higher, composing I do.

From calm to roar, the pulse fucks you,

A beat swelling, cresting, clapping hands.

My frequency highly, artfully me,

Rhythmically flowing,

Literally glowing,

Lyrically loving.

You. Me