You say your guardian is with you.
I believe you.
I believe at this time
in your life
that you are at the place
where in the quiet of the night
you are close to God.
You are slowly opening to being
able to hear Heaven when the
rest of us can't.
You hear the hymnals of your
childhood and it gives you peace.
I believe you.
It makes me happy.
It makes me sad.
But I believe you.
YOU ARE READING
Visions of Ultraviolet
PoesiaA glimpse into my mind and soul. Sometimes dark, sometimes light. Various pieces of prose written in a variety of forms throughout my lifetime in no particular orderly fashion or timeline. I write them on the spot, take days or find them as I unpack...
