I
love you breathing, skiing rains, a chain in a cosmic link. I love you
gliding,
to rescue love, pulling at soul-anchors. The world is different,
a
field of egos, for torn illusions. I love you brave, a cave of thoughts,
churning
where they run. So cleave to wisdom, grounded in
knowledge,
floored in prayers. The task is daily, often jamais vu, to
alert
a soul. We pace a portrait, to break in parts, to build a fortress. I
love
you proud, a wild legacy, as rich as chocolate cookies. There’s
hells
in life, a must address, else for madness. We see it lives, an inner
swan,
a pulse of dragons; and not for death, but fire’s flame, skating
through
intermission. I feel you more, a turning clock, to hear your
smile.
It’s a thought to echo, to transform love, a space in a crevice; and
more
the skies, to exosphere hearts, driven through motive. I love you
dreaming,
a squirrel to a tree, gathering almonds; and felt alive, the
falls
of water, a scalp for holy; for life is love, a wild affect, to feed a
notion.
Indeed for souls, to part minutia, to face for facts; else for lies,
to
puncture hearts, years into a journey; but more to love, to drift a
stream,
wings to a falcon. I love you flying, to match an eagle, soaring
through shifts; for
nights are bold, a pillow’s voice, to urge for courage.
