A side to you nestled within
Allows you to discern good and sin.
Vociferous is the side’s essence,
Hushed only by self incited silence.

When the heart is flooded with fervor,
Your insides wrench, letting pain hover.
The mystical lullaby by you for you,
God does hear it too.

The tantalizing wind swished in tangible motion
Taunting you for lack of direction.
For once, you let your subjugated side free
And it proves the best referee.

Directionless is the azure expansion above
Oh how everyone showers it with love.
Be not subdued by apprehension,
For this notion does precede every coronation.