Still Yet..

He has awakened the poetic flow of words dormant on the inside of me...

Birthing the impregnated dreams of the infinite possibilities between my pen, paper and I....

An intimate relationship where I am set free and apart...

Finally allowing my wandering to begin..

Leading me to a place of rest....within myself...

A place this society tries to tell me doesn't exist...

But there I am free..continuously...mind connecting to my body and opening up to my soul...

Just to exist in that personalized piece of heaven...there my spirit conducts my soul.....

And musical literature is made...rather rediscovered and handed back to my Maker...

Just a special time between Him and I..

All possibilities of thought ignited by a fellow being that awakened me through his...mind opening spirit to soul consoling...still yet....poetry.