Blue meets blue.
Horizon bends to waken the sleepy blossoms who lingered night before to put the moon to bed, forsaking what they should have done for what they wanted to do.
Untamable.
Prodigal son.
Heavens bow to embrace your sleepy head, you who lingered long into the night, refusing to believe morning is important to greet. Should haves traded for want to.
Untamable.
Will versus will.
Wrestle with soul and spirit, longing for freedom, wanting to believe it is within yourself, knowing it is in the Maker of blue. Rest comes when will surrenders.
Relief.
Intercession.
Pleading the case of another for another's sake. Believing for a generation to rise out of desperate heaps of despair. Longing for chains to be broken.
Reaching.
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