Deep within the throes of a starry night's dream,
I found myself meandering with God and contemplating many things,
Many things, such as love, and God questioned me "...and what of that???"
On the subject of love, my Lord, as you know, I regrettably have come up flat,
I have followed false love into the darkest depths of hell,
Love is never been fruitful, it has never been kind, love has only left my heart a broken shell.
"Worry not, child of God, for not all he wander are lost,"
"I shall fix this, and you shall fix this, and she will fix this at all costs."
So I prayed.
My Lord, Can you capture the raw, paralyzing beauty of the cosmos being born.
And bury that beauty deep inside a beating heart, that's never broken, never scorned.
My Lord, can you capture the deepest darkest blue of a rain soaked summer cloud,
And paint her eyes an even darker shade of blue, that I might drown in them for a while.
And on and on I prayed for what seemed like most of the hour,
And as I took my last breath, and spoke my last word, I then felt God's awesome power.
I am that which I am, child of God,
And I, and I alone, wield the Creator's power,
This girl that you speak of shall be no easy task,
(Winking) This might be my finest hour.
Her body shall favor the shiloutte, of a finely tuned guitar,
The light inside her will burn so brilliant and so bright, that even lighting would find itself scarred,
Now listen closely, child of God, for
something so rare shall not easily be found,
So keep your heart closely guarded, and your eyes heaven bound.
For this girl that I have made, I shall name her "beauty",
For this child of God, named Laura, you find how love should be.

Be still, and know that I am the Lord.