Ms.Eliot

She's the nimbus of broken gods. She yields the handle of my broken sword. She's the saving grace that made way to find escape. My duty is to lift the name of this deity. Her golden goose lays eggs of truth. I plant her stems to feel her roots. I climb her stars just to see her shoot. There's a beautiful envy in the air choking the masses. She will be my leaves when the trees turn autumn. Lead me where my demons can't follow. We unify and I hear the sound of angels as they harmonize.  It isn't simply her keys that shift me. She can see me as clearly as i can see my future with this lady.