I create illusions, definite conclusions Of how life should go But I give them to faith, and a double-edged blade So I can fight with flow Moments try to capture, ensnare with rapture So that I cling to pleasure But the water rushes, in weighted brushes So that I drop my treasure .....where eternity grows Oh how I love sound, the innocence found In the clear of water Surrounded in green, without the will to mean In the truth of being HIS daughter Dark shadows may dart, desiring my heart To notice their presence But the veil hides my face, in the forbidden place Where I bath in the essence ....of HIS grace Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2019