"Vision of a Woman"

Blurred by time;Blessed with grace
the vision can't die, with the smile of your face.
When did I first see, the vision I see
deep enough are it's roots, to rival a tree.
Flows like a river;Roars like a sea
bring all your naysayers, in time they'll see.
My vision of a woman, others have seen
My vision of a woman, yet they refuse to believe.

They wrestle to find, the next best thing
the next thing can't aspire to what you bring.
The roar of a lion; the heavens hear it too
my vision is alive, it lives in you.
Why my sweet dove, fly away from my tree
to land on thorns and no longer see?
My vision of a woman, others have seen
My vision of a woman, yet they refuse to believe.

So my day turns to night from the rejection of your light
and the vision grows dim, yet still in sight.
Grounded by time; Blessed by fate
the vision holds ground, with the smile of your face.
The vision is strong, we cannot waste
and the poison on your lips, I'll die just to taste.
My vision of a woman, others have seen
My vision of a woman, are you merely a dream?

-Brandon C. Brookins-