Intriguing bits of pitch perfect

     Bolts of sudden crowdings range multitudes of soft
cries. Oh be still I ask my heart. Clearing a way of pavers to
empty shells of a road.

    Come, come draw be a part of a tiny circle that swarms
inside my head. Shh. Shh. Listen to the falling pitch of a hollow
laugh.

     Inside is a sweetness of brightness that sings a low
sorrowful dream. Still listen to the conscience as the eeriemess
is pulling a warming deep inside my spirit.

     Oh yes so much follows the leader yet still the soul is
motionless. A hope dares to tread on cracked sheets of slate.
Just the vibration will cause chaos but one piece of knowledge
holds all at bay.

    Ah intrigued you are curious. Ask and you shall find.
Indeed Jehovah will draw you. Perhaps a dream does come
to open. Perhaps the darkening skies do know more than
shown.

   Indeed perhaps the smiles held softly across my face does
explain the glittering parts of me. Oh I hope for answers
even more so inside the times current.

   Ah here I listen to my heart beating irrationally and I
just step back. Clenching the soul and soaring with my spirit.
Such tenderness is decorated for the admiration of friends.

   Here sit with me as the conclusion is far more unknown
Shh are you aware of the joy sparkling inside my cornflower
slate eyes?

   Hmm indeed nothing seems to make sense but one day
the clarity will ring true. For that moment friendships are
blending and love is bonding. So hear me whisper your name.
Rejoice in knowing Jehovah is pulling us closer to him.

   A simple smile cracks over dry pale pink lips. Now join me.