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