I'm a romantic, I promise.

Hidden behind a veil,
this love that none have seen
can only be awakened,
can only be captured,
by the song of a beauty,
by the glance of her eyes.

These symphonies, this beating passion
bestowed upon me by a greater love.
Gently flowing, delicately blooming,
the elegance of my song
has not come to past.
The season is not here,
the time is not right.

My secret, my love
will not be aroused or woken,
until it so desires.
So my dreams will keep going,
as my heart keeps on beating.

First fall of tears...

It was a beautiful night. It really was.

A tear fell...but it wasn't salty or full of sorrow.

It was pure. It was of love. It was to bring restoration.

It was a beautiful night. It really was.

I stood there catching these tears into my hand,

As the heavens cried out and poured their love into the earth.

Life flowed in and around me...

Then it stopped.

Complete utter silence... abrupt stillness.

A peace that radiated into the night...

...as the earth was satisfied with the drink God provided.

And I stood gasping for more.


God spoke to me that night. And it was breathtaking.