White And Pure 3 Black And Gold Rewritten Poem by Noorie Ali

I look down to the silver floor and see nothing but
Seeds
I look down to the ripe floor and see nothing but glow

My heart sunken down beneath soil opened up all those doors
Then I look up at the dark skies and see nothing but spark
I Stare looking in the night sky I see nothing but the moon
Yet I’m just in a miniature world

If he’s already there then I don’t need to be worried
If he's proved he really cares then I don’t need to cry

My eyes cry flooding rivers, I screamed nothing but help
My eyes weep a million tear drops shaped like luminous pears

These images they don’t reflect in rivers there singing with the fish
They’re dancing all around the blue sea till they whisper a hymn.

If I’m the fish in the ocean I’m nothing but pure
If I be the fish in the ocean I’m then nothing but secure.

He has created all things and he’s
My power and soul
He has power over all things
He’s nothing but air

Then I look up at the dark skies and see nothing but spark
I Stare looking in the night sky I’ve seen nothing but the moon.

If he’s already there then I don’t need to be worried
If he says he really cares then I don’t need to cry

I want to be next to him
White and pure, white and
White, and pure.