Faithfully Ours

 

 

 

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one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see precisely what i see
the flowers in our bones will grow
in tandem with the trees
and every random dream we ever dreamed will reconvene
for there is no coincidence
our minds bedeck such scenes
effectively we are the architects of all we see

 

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see the reason i proceeded bleeding out
and breathe in every teardrop tastefully released
old wounds will heal
for each drop spilled
a treasure be bequeathed
no measure to belief
for at our leisure
we are seen

 

heaven is a state of mind
while hell is every dread that lies beneath
there exists a medium
provided we can find the in-between
disincline to doctrine
and prime ourselves to honorably leap
learn the deepest secrets in our keep

 

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will see through eyes not unlike mine
the sights i see
for i invite, in kind
the fallen leaves to lift amidst the sprawling breeze
it is my calling to whisper belief
to all those who feel lost
all at sea
all of me
is all that i wish to be seen
for all of my heart still believes
indeed often i can barely even breathe
such is the beauty
of all my wide eyes dare to dream

 

one fine day
i faithfully believe
the world will learn to love again
the way we do as children
reminded of the innocence
of simply
sweetly
feeling
revealing petals long since furled
our most precious metals
our diamonds
our pearls
this is the world
one fine day
i believe
with blind faith
we shall claim as our home
our safe place
just to be
where flowers in our bones can grow
in tandem with the trees
and every handsome dream we ever dreamed will reconvene

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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1 Comment

  1. old wounds will heal
    for each drop spilled
    a treasure be bequeathed
    no measure to belief
    for at our leisure
    we are seen

    This screams hope and optimism, I rapturously applaud this with hands above head.

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