Before I met you there was a wish for you
I did not know you and my sight was closed to you
Because there were no diamonds
I could not find you,
Search Philly for you
Cold, Sparse, Lively
Unfriendly and void of good
Searching unrequited paths
Franklin would be displeased of all the hypocrisy and disease
You were not there when their eyes were coals,
His seeing eye recording all their deeds, unrepentant still.
Can they ever see the Good?
Paths cross in the month of Aries
You came smiling to me
See the angel of divine meetings, Raphael, each worthy of each
No ulterior motive. Please.
So tired of feeling Alien among the weeds!
Then, I met you.
A soul on its journey, Renewed
God stepped in and made the sun shine through the stew
The world was full of it!
But the karmic wave
Sparkling eyes – the emerald isles – like your Heart
A fine Jewel.