In just one night vivid visions can change one mans life.

Mentally enriched with depictions of her standing with him as wife.

A brighter day that is so sunny.

Joyful as child’s play,

The words I say are its milk and honey.

Come dance in a ritual of love.

A land afar, to this place I rush.

Being amazed I hush.

Shhhhh…..nothing is said.

I am lead to the place my soul fled.

Dreading going home, this is where I shall rest.

Subtle as the shores of the Nile.

Tickles in my spine refined by a smile.

Is this the promised place to Zion’s child?

A mood that shall not move, ore change its grove.

Built with bolts that shake not loose.

Passion that hates not you.

Listen, listen

You can hear the hum of hearts beating steadily.

The voices of angels sing heavenly.

& if heaven be beyond this or better,

Still will I leave this place never.

Though alone, I am at home with myself.

I have grown, but still young in good heath.

Where the winds blow, brushing across my lips.

Hand cuff wounds heal that once were on my wrist.

Goals achieved, once on my list.

The honor of being promised with bliss.

Close your eyes

Imagine this place.

Before he or she turned their face.

Waiting for another, no lover should think it’s too late.

For this is not a land of physical attributes.

This is a land that is mentally absolute.

The promise land.

Each woman is promised a man,

& each man is promised a lover to take his hand.

Though I know you may not understand- part 1, 2 and, 3

They spoke of many people and each of them equally weak.

Shut up and take your seat, and reread each verse.

From a third person perspective it explains it all,

Including your self getting hurt.

Also how e all treat each other like dirt.

Dirt witch you came.

One day back into the dirt you shall go.

Life repeats its self, from dirt you’ll grow.

My hopes are that what I’ve wrote

Will help up sprout flowers from sand.

So listen, please listen if you can.

I promise you a promise land.