X Marks the Spot

Buried deep within a silk soft landscape
A picture of perfection
That is yet to actually take shape
With the weight of history
And the burden of expectation
For some you are are surprise
For others you have been long awaited

To hold you and see the happiness promised by heaven
If there is a God he exist only in moments i think of you
Your mother is the single and most complete dream to take flesh
And to be embraced by her yours too shall be blessed

Do our words and prayers linger after we have come to pass?
Or is it only the feelings i give you that will always last?

DarkTower