wildfire
A rose is a rose
Beauty is beauty
this tabernacle houses the golden chalice
which continually runs over
into the ocean of dreams
creation evolves moment to moment
wells being dug in hard dry ground
can burst into geysers at any time
just like Old Faithful
predicable magic
inside of our own hearts
rivers of inked blood and sweat
traveling from soul to hand
free flowing love songs
spilled onto pure white pages
could never be ignored
for the rest of eternity
our legacy continues
within each other
eyes never the same
for having shared that look
and so it goes
ever onward
beings of light
spreading our light
until the whole of everything
of everywhere
catches wild with fire
and flames alive with holy glory
🔥
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 