Angel Burns

Through the mist of all of this
We see the bliss we used to miss.
As angels weep at our dismay,
They pick us up
And guide the way.
And as the fire inside me burns,
The strongest feeling something yearns
To be let out amongst the clouds
Of true transformation
Without a doubt.
Inclined to see
The reaction behind
Me.
I guide them through
Their darkest night
And pull them through
Into the light.
We all need to
Depend on you
And you need to
Depend on me.
Interdependant
Everyone
And
Everything.

To a New Year!

Cotton candy clouds
Folding over our Mountain,
Splashing about
Like a bubbling brook
Engulfed in a cool mist,
Delivering droplets
Of promises
For the year to come.
She gives hope
To dispel the heat,
To give us peace
Inside our hearts,
That the path
We have chosen
Is exactly where
We're meant to be.
Silver Table Mountain's
Love.