Breathe
and free self of a burden digging for answers. They
come,
love; spinning through webs, coated in salty sugar.
We
love for a swan the best of a future stirring through
our
loins. Remember for symbol an art sculpted in love.
It’s
more a fever, drenched in warmth, a kiss upon a
cheek.
Stare into a canvas and paint with intensity a
waterfall
washing through a wilderness. It’s never intention
and
ever intention a paradox rinsed in smooth language.
Indeed,
I spoke to it; where most prose is plainly stated.
Nevermore,
my love; an unearthed tension to bend imagination,
wailing
and waking a fortress. As it comes it falls grieving
where
they swell with rain. I tense up and write to stir free
of
pushing too far; and still for wallpaper screaming,
“We
love you.” So sip a pop where
music
dances through psychic waves and compose until
a
piece of freedom is attained. Otherwise, drift into a sphere
of
silence to soar while floating in stillness; for it’s so
much
to appreciate, and so much to absorb, and ever to fly.
