an oracle lies within my soul
buried, as ancient as a precious gem
tucked secure and sacred
there, within the hem of His robe
yet the ember smoulders sacred, silent
waiting for something to breathe its way
like smoky clouds
drifting in still atmosphere
praying for holy air
come carry me on to somewhere
Yours is the reign i long to know
for Yours is the wind i hunger to blow
free and alive, i want to thrive
set the flame again
-- revel8r, 2/4/18
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