The nine skies open hearts to believe this to no man,
Wait seeing in no fractions guided by shadows of the night.
Memories this has no end lets travel these dimensions.
Hold my hand I contained by love this is forever witness,
Choices of growth we are free, I love you I am your witness.
Grow your wings now you are the angel of birth right.
Birds sing at your name as dawn braces the new day,
The winter will soon pass to new life cycles in this life.
Orbit were never running from the years your heart grows light.
Blackness fades away running to the light never in death,
Come to me passing the hours in the day never in unconsciousness.
Earth is dying never to the way of creation this is fact we see.
Spirit will never pass we are of atoms in this dream,
Missing the lost to life not of physical we feel this tonight.
We are one always you are the mothers of time dearest.
You are beyond love sitting at the thrown of peace,
Crystal clear rainbows of the mind there is no flesh or bone.
This dream is real there is no blue horizon to be feeling now.
Ask can we believe in ourselves unique form our energy now,
Upon the last breath I will forgive you without question this death.
Open this dream do not forget we were one there is no loss.
Forgiveness grasping nothing in consequence understand no steel,
Defend the love we will never end, we own the light humanity.
Watching you I felt you see my wings in your favour to support you.
Loosing to much time we cannot forget second sight see me drive,
Images today this is the first-time holly branches where are we,
Wanting for the summer can this be the day hope it is not the last time.
Soft energies’ pass throughout human form polluted by invention today,
Can we come back to simple ways we travel faster than our angels,
We become in friendship hard to grasp the beat goes on awake.
I still love you fallen ones there is no justice or licence look now,
Many broken hearts there is the understanding can we turn the way.
Motions in loneliness never more unique one peace in solitude.
We walk naked for the masses never in the fields of knowledge,
Is this despair no I feel you as the singing atmospheres develop.
I wish to hold you now.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented