A miracle,
A fabulous miracle
has shown above my eyes
and beneath
My flippin' toes.
My toes are so numb but
I feel you and your
goodness
Way above my forehead.
You take your time
and blow in my eyes,
dear God,
please take me near to this city
to see beauty
as I might fall in shame
from pity.
Your face is ugly,
a beauty I'd like to touch
like a dream when
there was no yesterday, forever.
Yesterday happened tomorrow
until it's a real thing,
a real real thing,
really.
My mind is more subtle
than it seems,
sweet, sweet baby dreams
evolve around my tighs.
Teacher told,
smoking roads hold my soul
in a box
empty in the cold.
Love,
Ali