Finale

So I finished my book officially today and I'm telling ya it is probably the worse piece of fiction ever written but at least it's done. And I've got ideas rolling for its sequel even if it never sells I want to finish the story, I think. I've learned so much about the art of storytelling, like how hard it is to make it flow for so long a time, and to keep characters stable, and to keep the plot interesting etc. But I love challenging my creativity and I love it when I'm totally engrossed in it for days and I just roll on these ideas one after the next. So whoa, big sigh. I feel good. I don't know if I really thought I'd ever finish it but I did. Now begins the arduous process of editing, re-writing, getting it out there etc. Be praying for me...we shall see. Oh yeah, and I still don't have a title. Uh oh...

John

I close my eyes to remember your face
You were like honey in candlelight
that fell on my fear, your eyes of faith
they ravished me oh undone
I heard the pace of many oceans
thunder from the heart I leaned on
love that swallows death and pain
in a flood of flame, how can I be afraid
How can I move when you’re in the room
My heart screams I want to be like you

Time slips like a child on his knees
I still weep when you’re not around
You called me beloved
I answered with my blood
This island veil is thrown aside
You changed, though I knew those eyes
You with the stars in your hand
You with the keys to the armies of lies
Your beauty is like a thousand suns
stealing fame from the parade of man