Imagine a world where there was no rough,
where words from saints,
not sinners were more than enough.
Where the angels dance upon clouds so light
that I can barely control my immense delight,
imagine a world where brightness is assured,
among the great oblivious and unknown.
Clipped contractions do not exist,
allow the sunlight to bless with her breath the mist,
strength in armour,
strength in the soul,
gather the heartstrings,
envelope emotions whole.
There is nothing more to say,
but the words will be cast on,
like little fairies they glide in the wind,
gentle and sweet,
reverent and strong.