like the flowing of ocean tides

Body dead to movement, no reason for your eyes to have purpose with me
slowly i breathe, trying not to focus on myself i try to calm my mind
but inside are circus freaks on trampolines, trapeze artists coaxing me to new heights
the mixture of desire, intentions and perceptions, many colors are in this dark room
a pallet of noises, spirits conversing here and there, making a rainbow a mess, without a care
mirrors reflecting self are mazes of deceit, no matter the strength of self
meeting you in this place happens more often than I am able to recollect
but if only to recall the pathway once again your voice i can not neglect
i try to, even thou i seek you, this conundrum will be a life long regret
ive asked to be open, to allow you in, completely aware is the desire of self
not always looking upward i know part of your divine truth is always living within
but without you up above there would be no commander, your name the capstone to the earths mothering breast
your word spoken so audibly clear, written down makes me a parable critic
truth forever seeking, design discovery brings great joy, takes away from sin
to the beauty of your truth all the flowers give reprise to your care
like the flowing of ocean tides, you draw me closer to send me out again
to feel your hand upon me, its comfort to none compares
so alone i sit, waiting for your caress, seeking temporary deliverance from this space
good will ambassador, my life is yours to change, let it mean something, help it show your praise
my shape one to mold, not to callas, but to be broken, to take your shape
with the world not to chafe, even though it would be hard not to, but i pray love takes its place
i pray to the heavens you'll meet me here again, like a fathers love yours is here with me