like the dragonflies

maybe the music is too ambient.
i'm not sure.
but i can't really believe my feelings were that way inclined!

never mind.
today is new,
and tomorrow is fresh and unfurling on my doorstep
as we speak.
remember me, dearest.

remember me fondly.

i see our bright shining home,
with the wooden stairwell glowing in the afternoon sun.
and our children run towards me...
her hair is so blonde.
you wouldn't believe.
and you're waiting in the kitchen,
and call to me as i walk through the front door.
you're already there.
except i think i'm the only one who sees it just now.
but we will be there.
wherever he is, Lord,
protect his steps and guard his heart,
and lead him to me
as he moves closer to you.

beat, heart of mine, for the right things.
to His rhythm.
and to move the blood through the veins that belong to Him
anyway.