TITLE : MY DREAM MIGHT COME TRUE
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Tonight, your vision came to me like a prophecy,
Dictating to me my future
Spelling out my treasure in your pleasure
The gods of my ancestors spoke of this native deity
Her stunning beauty defined my sweet dream
Fighting off my constant night mare
I saw the sun smile at me for the first time
And the moon sat down to play its flute
Singing to the tune of your wisdom
You are like a breeze of a fresh start
Fuelling passion in me for a perfect stranger
I must ask, are you nature or its mother?
Your beauty is the composition of the world
A beauty which has made me scared of comprehension
I fear I might insult your perfection with comparison
And limit your divinity with immorality
A perfect creation from heavens palace
If the world refuses to accept you, I’ll be your world
If the nations of the earth reject you, I will become every nation.
Waterfalls are perfect, you are perfect
With every Godly blessing
I repeat, you are perfect and I am redeemed by your sight.
I heard your voice and it sounded like a lullaby
Mending my broken soul with sweet words
And leading my deformed heart back to love
You have made my dream too perfect, and must come true
This deity I must see by morrow
The market square must speak its truth
Satisfying me with a dream come true.

© Alexandra_Micayo