Simple Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The gospel of us starts where you begin and the night is no longer blind
Finding it's way to light
Lending our lips to the horizon
There is nothing slanderous about such union
An organ that follows a choir of voices
The amount of steps before kneeling in complete submission
The morale of breathing you with every breath
The grief of if you ever thought of me
As I've thought of you
Kneeling in the comfort you provide.
A complete submission
Feeding myself from the very well your thought begins
Meeting again in the realm of the stars
The clasp of hands dedicated to love
The outline of each stare enclosed in the constellation of a blink
An eclipse of your head overlapping my chest,
Should I ever be condemned for such assumption
Made in each others image
Meeting you in such a way
Caring to heal myself for the betterment of you
The lullaby of your heart
A nursery to joyous ears
Falling deep into prayer
Leaning ourselves to each other's hand
Remedy to the sick child inside us
Selfish
Throwing tantrum
Selfish
Reverting back to singular praise
Kicking, screaming
Caution thrown to the wind
Still optimistic in faith
That no matter how childish we act
It is that sick child that will save us both
Balance
The Renaissance of something so simple