Suggestion to tell
For those who know and those that do not
If He offers to take your hand, give it to Him!
Glint from that lyre as He arrives
Charm in every fibre of His being
Ethereal blue eyes, as a pool they brim
Red lips that precisely mark His revelation
Not One of boastfulness, preferring a quiet hymn

To dance with Him, like dancing on clouds
effortless and gay, you would never forget the day a God asked you to
dance
To listen to Him sing is like being among the birds
painting a landscape with every note, every stroke, who can forget while
in His trance
Watching Him manipulate an instrument as he would words
a mesmerizing trip to take with timing and beat, moving through His
expanse


Experience life and know that everywhere are crowds
everywhere a crowd means everywhere a performance, a place to take a
stance


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Scarlatan, in the year 606 AF.