I love this journey when
visions and colors whiz
through my head
When all emotion is balanced,
is equal and makes sense
When expression flows freely
with ink onto my paper
I love this journey when I'm in his arms
warm and still, free from harm
I adore this journey when cool vanilla
breezes sweep away the fallen leaves
with angelic voices and symphonies
sounding high
crisp wet rain falling from the sky
And when freshly made footprints can
be found, softly pressed into the moist
muddy ground.