Radiance never depleting, continue to resurrect,
Standing in the light of beauty and supreme intellect.


Ever wanting to change, furthest its ever been,
Grace me with your touch, cleanse my life of sin.


Look down on me how you choose, its all the same to me,
For when our existence draws close, its a pleasure just to be.


Alive and near an angel, your perfectness surrounding all,
Arms reaching down from heaven, in time to break my fall.


Blindly chasing illusions, not knowing the other way,
If I knew this and had the blessing, in an instant I would stay.


With this angel who knows me well, and looks on with patient eyes,
Modestly avoiding my touch, covering the truth with sweet lies.

I aid in this misdirection, even though its all the same,
Our minds drift apart, but together our hearts our tamed.



© 2000 Justin Shilling