For Here

Your sweet aroma captivates my soul

My excited eyes see perfection in your creation

I embrace your warmth and cradle you         tightly as I draw you in to my lips

Our moments together are brief and everlasting

I love you. I love you, Coney I-Lander

- Tripp Tylor

Blind

Forgiveness received for self-purification?

His mercy rejects personal gratification?

Teach what you are taught,

Repeat what you know not

Believe in your own sanctification?

Strong is the mind so set in its ways

Weak is the soul as the Devil he plays

Feel what you love,

Love what you feel

Never see through the end of your days

-Tripp Tylor

Seasons

The cool Autumn breeze encourages the leaves of a fiery maple tree to fly free from the grasp of its branches. Glide with the crisp November wind and rest where you may. Allow winter to take you. Seep into the soil below and hope. Hope now you provide warmth to the roots of a few blades of grass. However short your journey was, it was beautiful. 

-Tripp Tylor