The first time I saw, you face, the dirt and dust of determination fell then lifted,
you spread you simple words in exile across my blackboard of mind, 
rainbows and shadows took over the landscape and formed a hallo.
Jesus was in the screaming mode of your candle light, shakes.
I wrap in branches of the Ginkgo trees, deliverance.
Messengers whisper in my ears of a beginning, no end, and I endorse it.
I am a promoter, protector your dreams, I allow the clouds to move over you, and on.
No spelling issues, grammar, I lick the envelope, finished.
Down I may go with age, offset guardian angel offers this set of angles wings.
Down I may go, but I have purchase offered a set of wings, released my your guardian angel in scripted gold
I release you to the wind, and spring butterflies, and the shelter of the night and its mysteries.