Blueprinted Images on alabaster
call to me through muffled echoes.
Your distinct, paled memory
persues and perseveres;
clearing the ashen mist of millennium,
only to be known to me again.
Your movement;
ever steadily and often explosive,
ever towards me...
with conscience intent upon our
merging in the spirit of Oneness,
prostrates me in grace, and obedience...
as I await His word of our union,
according to His purpose.
Blueprinted Images on alabaster..... wow what a line to start off with.... wonderful choice...... well done