Blessed be

In her arms she holds the light,

moon of peace my soul divides.

Crept into the arms of hope,

too weak to hold on I let go.

Comforting my soul in her eyes,

behind the shadows in which I hide.

Tested to fail she gives me a chance,

welcomed by love and desire in her hands.

Casting a circle of light in my heart,

making me close when so far apart.

Heading out to home I see inside of her arms,

where I am held by the night safe from harm.

Kiss me tonight she speaks into me,

in light and love, blessed be.







Johnny Newell