Embraces

What the fuck is going on?
How on earth did I grow such fondness
For such creatures,
Tell me preacher, when you speak of holy,
Do you realise your golden connections
Are folding into your soul,
Your being grows older on the shoulders you cry on,
Your best friends, your soul mates,
Your psychological soldiers.

May I interject myself for a sec,
How the fuck does a private Catholic schoolgirl nerd,
With glasses, freckles, a learned way,
The bubble-wrapped only daughter
Of the Colonel and his lady,
Meet such ridiculously incredibly people,
That have become my God, my church, my steeple,
My holy spirit resides in this leap of faith alive,
And I know there is somethin mind-boggling here.

A magician gypsy boy,
Twists perception toying with minds,
This kind kind man doing whatever he can
To see beauty and find
Himself.

A faery flits in, tinkerbell in light and nature,
This beauty beam of love is miniature in statue,
Sister girl fly in my world,
Stay a little while longer,
Theres too much yet to play
And prolong lifes decay today.

Pixie gypsy bouncing dance,
Eyes smile wide as oceans wave,
Theres a certain kind of saving
She grants me every day.
Love you sister, love you lady,
Walk this way a while more
And in the waning moon,
Let me hear your lionhearted roar.

These dearest hearts of mine, divine,
Feel like mere whispers in the wind,
You feel their touch upon your soul,
Though they may disappear again.
Friends I love, minds connected,
A happy life somehow elected,
Feels like a dream I conjured, prayed for,
In some smoke-induced haze.

Teach me this my ideal folk,
Teach me the beauty connect unspoken,
To stoke the fire, breathe the warmth and
Choke on overwhelming love smoke.
I cannot hold the fire close,
Only marvel at her rosy cheeks,
I cannot speak to her in wooden creaks,
We reach eachothers hearts through dancing,
The answers clear, my fears dont stay,
And I start my life again,
In the holiest of places,
In the embraces of my friends.