Whatever Grows Your Faith

When you are gone

For a very long time 

Or quiet for a while 

I know that's just your style 

Your way 

To give to me space 

So I can grow my Faith

The first time I was blind to your song 

& deaf to your Eyes 

For a very long thyme 

I started to realize the Music of the Spheres 

I started to hear your voice 

More clearly than ever before 

Dear One.

Please don't go so far away 

Anymore 

I know it makes our spirit Great

But Stay a while  

Rest in profound Love 

bathe in the sound 

Of our heart strings 

Fitting like a glove 

How can I do my part?

Beloved 

This little toy harmonica 

& these bubbles 

Are getting so clichè..

Whatever Grows Your Faithe

My Dear 

& I will wait 

Thousands of years

Eons 

If thats what it takes 

To stay in these Musical Spheres.