snap your fingers
Was formless that created form.
Death that created born.
Time that created eternity
On a soft and turquoise morn.
Fiction didn't create religion.
Can’t create what is already there to see.
A rabbit does not create a magician
And I did not create me.
The air is gently swaying.
Your embrace sets me free.
It is not in the praying
That time becomes eternity.
Mountains are flattened in an instant.
Bridges come into form.
Snap your fingers with intent.
I have been reborn.
How sweet is the music.
How charmed is the corn.
All the ears are listening
To a golden horn.
Braid their leaves into garlands.
Place them back where they belong.
Float to the sacred island
Carried by a sacred song.
Snap your fingers and be done.
Purpose could not care less.
You are the one.
There is nothing more to guess.
Snap your fingers for the bride.
For the ceremony too.
Truth can not lie.
It has already said, “I do”.
Snap your fingers one last time.
I’m so in love with you.
It has turned to forever
Colored a soft turquoise blue.