Grace

Running Wilde

Heartbeats Calling

Something is telling me

To count now

Four, Five, Forty, Three

I’ve lost count

‘Tis a pity

How can I bare

To resist thee?

This visit must last

It can’t be a ruse

We must go into the light

Not into the darkness

Together

Is what counts

I feel as though

I am blessed

Amazed

With grace