Cherished are you
Fly along the zephyr
To your foreign land
Mostly stolen
In holy white
Blessed purple majesty
Laced in golden wheat
Another cold spot
Fooled and doled out among them all
Meld with her
Befallen among
Angelic songs
Granted praise
For her voice
Across the airwaves
In which she sings
those little jingles
Golden graces
Shifted faces
Boldly erased
Before
All she sees is
surrounding me
holding closely
seemingly safely
left aside
for carry
It is
Blue, blew,
strewn across an
ocean of light
