HOPE
A blinding cast of gold glass that lats
past an inerrant soul.
That celestial light from above signals strength as well as Love.
When I hear the cry from the yellow bird of love, start her musical aria.
The wheat and affection that caress my soul as I walk through out.
The soil melds with joy.
his unsown field of a forgotten existence.
Yields Happiness, and Joy.
The Sun Holding Forth Sunset;s hopeful torch.
Lights are bright to a future forgiven.
A constant remembrance of temporality,. For it is all and not myself that will continue.
Dawn to Dawn to discover, and search for the Cosummate "Thee"
When we all say that final Goodbye.. I will Rise, and survive for those left behind, that I knew, and Loved.
and My Cherie "C'est La Vie.
Grant 9-17-03