In Love With The Lord

A Prayer for Soft Footprints

The sky will carry us towards heaven to witness the music from the moonlight and the cosmic color from the sweeping oceans. Our cool, soft footprints engrave as we walk together on the sun soaked beaches. If only you could imagine… imagine as we lay in silence on the bed of our island solitude; our old dependency of that vast wide water, free, and with the dew upon my feet I roar away from lunacy. With intellectual structure upon the ebony and ivory merely in living as and where we live. Who could think of this paradise unknown? I delight in it! Out of a thing believed and a thing affirmed I am satisfied relentlessly in possession of such happy times in memory. The flowers dried, reminding the deserted beach, it's clearness returned to me. I am back once more, and yes the impossible I look into your eyes every night and lay in bliss in your arms.