Divine
I don’t know what I am doing wrong
What is it I’m doing right?
I am falling into clouds of despair hoping skies
Can clear the grey with pristine blue.
No matter how many times I try to touch
The crystallised edge of the universe,
My hands are weary from the weight of giving so hard
~ expecting nothing back.
I raise my chin up to the roofs where the birds sing to comfort,
The cycle to live is a race against time
What do I live for?
I live for you.
For golden stitches to patch up the torn edges of darkness
In your days and mine,
Countless memories with you, are kept
In the tattered pocket of my steady beating heart.
It is the spirit of our value that goes beyond anything but Divine.
~MH
Miranda meanders 