LODGE

© RYAN GUILEY 

Her hand wanted to reach,

But in the shadow of disguise,

I could feel the word to teach,

As they covered up her eyes.

 

She was in a position of chaos,

Holding on, as I knew right,

As she was part of the lodge,

As her soul to keep the fight.

 

I could feel the tremendous force,

Awaking to be silent and co-operative,

As she brings the carriage to the horse,

They giggle and pretend without directive.

 

Standing right in front of each other,

A resemblance shows a hidden clue,

The finger nails which were undercover,

As she knows what was in my view.

 

At the table, two sat while she gathered,

Holding to her faith, she was guarded,

The middle is the best of mattered,

As she was there and never parted.

 

Believe, and faith will transpire,

As I knew the whole time,

As her heart was racing on fire,

As it in life nothing is left behind.

 

The small pupils could be trace,

As I knew it was her as I faced,

Only will we tell what happen,

As It will be time to make a wrapping.