A twisted vine is like my soul that ache,
I breath my last to reach the place i love,
And hear my name, answer for gentlest sake,
The narrow road we will all take above.
Surrounded by all beautiful things right,
The sight of angels flying all around,
And looking kindly for their kink in sight,
A journey long will take the hour we found.
To hear again the voice of one we know,
And fall in love the same as strong as hearts,
Then make the feelings show between each brow,
As clear as day and bright as morning starts.
Perfect love right at our side waiting and,
Until the time to stop and leave this land.
©Mark A. Bryan