surrendering to heaven

looks like we've dipped ourselves in
overwhelming blessing,
and you did nothing,
nothing worth mentioning.

bathed in splendour
empty,
your lingering demeanour
had you floating
in subliminal wonder.

scenes of the past,
have woken me.
caressing me.
broken me.
free.

breach these gates,
to a burst of elation,
this new sensation
to set us deep,
to set us deep in this motion.

what have we done before,
though i couldn't ask for more.
spring of solitude,
cascading into our sea.

we've been lifted,
without consent,
could we keep hovering,
and reassemble our intent.

scenes of the past,
have woken me.
and i'm broken,
set free!

breach these gates,
to a burst of elation,
this new sensation
to set us deep,
to set us deep in this,
in this motion....




guess i've stopped doing this in my other blog.
i'll just use this blog for everything.

if only you can hear this one with the music in my head.
add in the heavy guitars and meditative voice.
and abit of piano and slow drums.
echoing bells too.
and you got it right.