Saturday, October 31, 2015

Hi Love!

We’re quilted a whisper, to reign in spirit, to live a vetted
novel. I feel for twines, to trek through rivers, to thread a
beating heart. Its radical faith, a seraphic charm, a stormy
opus. I’ve graced a nib, your very pen, to swim your
journal. I’m there, pulling tears, a soul’s therapy. There’s
a parasol, for a sitting sage, to soar prestige. We float like
magic, a walking phone, a gallery of prose. Oh your
soul, as old as youth, as young as earth. I watch—a field
of chi, to form an image; and there you stand, a skylight
air, fretting a feature. We mingle, to hear it croon, the
vocals of birds. I must atone, a daily prayer, to plead a
vision. Hear for clouds, an anthem arc, to surge through
ears. Oh for souls, a blanket fission, stirring for closure; and
what for dolor, to pause and muse, bruised and witty; so
cherish parts, the lark of lights, a sublime station; for life
is gray, for transformation, to live a daydream. Oh for love,
to mend a wound, an unphysical jewel. It’s more a future,
a brimming halo, a bit pictureless; so live!    

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