my thoughts on parade
while I'm carefully tucked inside
within my sacred solemn
my poetry halls perfectly scribed
lest I be tresspassed
it is with much consternation I consider this
my poetry a guardian of the mind
secrets I’ve told in metaphor
only my soul’s diary knows
depth of feeling vows to protect me
parables and ideas becoming psalms
deep within me often weep
but my lady business steps up to handle things
my gentle personality shies
it is with much consideration I look at the world
quietly scribing, on the flowers of my garden of thoughts
the trees my guadians don’t let any shadows slip in
perfectly kept my haven no human has ever witnessed what is inside
faith and hope planted and sewn
my personalites evolve given life of their own…examins human
to be born into this world their choice
quietly I advise them human hurts
but there can be great joy
if you keep the world locked outside
only experiencing what you choose
with wisdom handling all else
a newling of soul born of my love
enters the world
never alone
