The Author

The Author

Ever present yet your presence I crave
Author or authority, I guess perception decides
Yet you relish in drowning perception in the sea of revelation
Falling into place by chance
Or consequence of design
You found my hiding place
I guess a stone fortress is hard to disguise
Did I build this or was that perception’s handiwork

The author you are
The author you remain
Linguistic completeness you weave
It’s just you and I

The game is over, yet still I hide
Your words cut my lifeline in turn revealing another
There’s nothing here but you (and I)
See the vision now
You pen my life into existence
I’m drawing blanks on the colours
But my faith cries, lead us on

The author you are
The author you remain
Linguistic completeness you weave
It’s just you and I

Clutter this clarity? Why would I?
Yet even now perception offers the past
You don’t demand
You don’t expect
You simply are
The hardest climb should not be into your arms

Still,

The author you are
The author you remain
Linguistic completeness you weave
It’s just you and I

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