“Patient Day”

Relaxed into ease.
Slow feeling, moving fast.
Strong presents and believing.

When no wrong turns can be made.
Everything ore, turns into gold.
Like watching night becoming day.
Heavy in mass, but carries no weight.

Heaven pours down just for me.
Surrounded by spirits, I’ll take you in.
Want someone to see, just how patient, my day can be.

Patient Day, Come to me,
Unexpected, if it must be.
Patient Day, in which I live,
Piece of mind, for me to give.

The clouds are my soul,
The stars I direct.
Both fight to please each other.
As each surrenders,
Themselves they protect.

Knowing you’re there, I’m still alive.
Your presents around me, but days gone by.
Waiting for Patient Day, to soon arrive.

Patient Day, Come to me.
Unexpected, if it must be.
All days are numbered, as you slip between.
You’re always there, but seldom seen.