We
go low to rise high. You may be affected, love. I drift a
stream,
chasing ducks, looking for a jasper songbird. Such
is
music, ablaze a universe, striking throughout a fountain.
We
live, often uneasy, climbing building blocks. This life,
a
jaguar light, a seventh sense, often a sullen storm. Hearts
are
in motion, simply complicated, communing with Light.
It’s
more of heaven, a mystic lore, documented in epochs.
I
challenge you to smile, where others frown, brewing a
potion.
Love is airborne, even up close, a vault of spirits.
But
thirst a fount, strumming strings, to kindle firebrand.
It
was ever to come, a skeptic trial, cleaving to experience.
Cherish
something known, somehow internal, a clock to
ever
tick. I love you becomes needed, listening to jaybirds.
I
feel you becomes felt, as opposed to blasé. This is our
world,
a walked reality, heavy in yogic styles. It’s iron gray,
a
whiff of stoic, grounded in humanity. So rise in segments,
casting
out fear, bonded to immortality.
