• jwinchester 10w

    Grace Filled Expanse

    You sly being
    whom I direct
    eyes for now I
    feel you affect.

    Above the air,
    in outer space,
    expanses you
    fill with grace.

    I'll walk away
    and feel voids
    I'll fill a joy an
    echo of voice.

    I tread light I
    softly will try
    exert not ire
    in joyful cries.

    I know ways I
    endeavor slow
    for a caution in
    eyes is shown.

    This existence
    I discover you
    speak tune an
    echo smoothe.

    Whispers, fear
    and my peace
    are in a union
    a soul receives.

    ©jwinchester