Blue Skies

I’m lost to blue skies, Flowing freely. My feet leave the earth, And I’m bound to His voice Pulling me through soft clouds. They are beds of cotton I bounce upon.   © Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016

Seeds

It began with seeds planted In our souls, water rushing Through our vessels, time is Milked. Hours quench an blister burning Fruits we eat in remembrance Fondly gazing upon a sunset Overflowing conscience bleeding The heart. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016