Hollow tween first sense shines prediction’s face..
Sylph-like spirit hand at peace.. souls cannot be misplaced..
Wave saves nothing real a lie comes bound on screen and stage.. performer or reformer.. strikes me wrong when struck in rage..
Abbeylee save me.. let my actions speak me true.. let belief.. good lines.. relieve plans .. in karmic due.. love founded a pathway.. for us only living free..
for our love.. our child.. not manic parody..
Hound runs happy always those unclosed.. a will to care.. turning to our homeward path.. love always finds him there..
‘Fine for me Abbeylee good is meant to be.. painted in the living.. loving for the free‘..