Zion Gone To Purple

Initiations Of Pink Found its' Truest Diameter

Deep Within The Mirth Of The Sun.

A Jagged-Forked Bending Path Arrived

Upon His Most Centered Paralleled Pathway.

Wings Turned To Stone, as Tides turned to

Gateways of Apollo's Harvesting Graciousness.

Green Blades Of Grass Brush Upon the

Surface Of True Rebirthing.

All Must Die To Truly Live The Truest

Epic Tale Of HeartFelt Life.

As The Circle Bends into its' Finest and

Truest Completion, A Humbled

Butterfly Dances Around The

Celestials' Final Initiation.

A Trail Of Tears Grew into such

a Fine Tapestry of The All of Everything.

Nothing Left Out, All Serves As Truly

Integral To The Most Honest ReBirth.

Pink Gone Black.

Black Gone The Finest Blue.

We Await The Reunion, where

Two Shades Of Purple Will Each

Bring Their Long Awaited Masterpiece.

Both Will Arrive with Heart's in Hand.

The Road To Zion Awaits Our Arrival.

I Await His Delivery.

He Awaits My Replenishment.

A Feast For All.

A Sacrifice By Two That Yielded

Paradise.

I Await My Entance into The White-Tree

Kingdom, Where Merfolk Are

Revered as The Highest of Graciousness.

The Land Of Unending Baptism awaits Us.

 

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

good written words. i like the line "The Road To Zion Awaits Our Arrival."
that a comforting word.

[michele vera]

Thanks Sooo Much Sir, I Truly appreciate it very Much so...........