in Our Room

Cross pollination 
Returning with a blood stain
Along our laid lines

These chemical scents
Wishwork out like fireflies
A new reaction

God is our beacon
Slipstream Bereaheet Bara
It's all confusing

Coming together
When maturity is reached
A final harvest

Reaping what you sow
Painting with a pen deepened 
By the cracking glass 

In our pain we've seen
Throughout time we have become
Fields of healed with scars

If we continue
Perhaps there will be a prize
Night followed by Dawn

Moment by moment
Drawn into eternity
On wish and prayer

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