it's me your spark

 


for each affirming word 

I plant in the earth to grow to sky

an image presented up way high

could it be I wonder hopefully

coming full round in this moment and time

a rare find is this sign pretending above is a mirror me

walking into the light following Icarus sights

molding the clay and forming the vine

hey father Allah would you ring and give me a holla

it's me your spark patiently bursting yet waiting upon you

art baby blue is kind and great 

yet is wanting to know when he can make and take

flight into heaven to tickle your smile

and pretend my heart is you











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