Looking Over My Shoulder
Looking over my shoulder I see the pool of ebony Catching it’s shape shifting its nature I see the sun penetrating the atmosphere Only to capture the essence of your […]
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Looking over my shoulder I see the pool of ebony Catching it’s shape shifting its nature I see the sun penetrating the atmosphere Only to capture the essence of your […]
Looking over my shoulder
I see the pool of ebony
Catching it’s shape shifting its nature
I see the sun penetrating the atmosphere
Only to capture the essence of your elegance
Breathing in these airs of impurity and lust
Looking over my shoulder
I see the vines of your braids
Flowing in to each other like the lattice of divinity
Calling out to me, singing songs to their lord
Yes the nature of your being sings to me
Your tongue still cuts me like the iron sword
I see your universe in the flash of your ivory smile
The wind only framed your life for
You’ve finally achieved full form
A pool of ebony gliding through reality but just for awhile
So seamless in transcendence, a heart of gold
Looking over my shoulder
I see what I can’t hold
My Heart mustn’t be the open door
That it was built to be, I removed the hinges
You can’t come in to me
Not because you can’t but, your cause is to bold
No balance to nurture your sacred soul
Looking over my shoulder
I see the beauty of Queen Makeda taking hold
You embody the nature of grace
Tell me, look me in my face
Can’t you see this is fate?
Like the doves flying throughout each
Expression I bring into reality
You are a beacon of peace in this
World of propaganda and brutality