I’m
somewhat a hermit, filled with questions, studying
life.
We meet and merge, and merge and meet. I see
you
becomes intimate, melting into waves. We plan
and
move, ever to channel, a fifty/fifty. Such a secret,
a
public chamber, with ears to hear. So take it to heart,
carried
in Spirit, ever to travel. I bid you love, a velvet
self,
tilling soils. It was ever our Lord, a running Faucet,
sickle
to soul. I feel you becomes something pure,
sea
to mind, and heart to Christ. Every syllable—a
universe,
channeling energy. So many to live, peering
into
mirrors. What is this love, haunted by whispers,
striving
for peace? I hear, and I hear it not, driven
towards
a future. Unwind in silence, a symbolic music,
immortalized
in love. It was once so simple, charged
with
life, and dear to motion. Something changed, a
deeper
calligraphy, Word to soul.
