The Emotional Field

Grief comes crashing on my soul
That I may never grow old
But be entrapped at this age
Like a candle wick burning sage
And all that might never come to pass
Is crystallized in the Everlast
That I just stumbled upon one morning
Found a time to cease the mourning
That seems to pour out from within
At least until I met him
And all the clouds were cleared from the sky
And I was not afraid to die
But humbled in the truest sense
To fall from Grace in the present tense
As I scratched at every amber
Held love close like a cliffhanger
Only to discover that the air
Is in each breath you take of prayer

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