We
ignore thoughts, to explore thoughts, to fathom core desires. We want for
riches,
an early thought, shadowed by happiness.
I
see her through mind, the stuff of zeal, to hear her chanting. It’s more the
mind,
the deepest concentration, to agitate spirit. What for darkness, a spark
for
vision, as mystic as breath; where love showers, a couple of volts, to be
there
in moments. It was whelming, a sudden series, to picture her. The days
are
short, spent in activity, a whirlwind of joys; where love is fever, to dig for
chi,
an upwelling soul. This is secret: to sit with self, a warming heart.
There’s
a knock; and how did she know; because we feel her. She beats in our
souls,
to claim a village, as tall as sky-drums. It’s rich in fragrance, the scent
of
youth, as old as apples; where soul is queen, a glint for mind, to journal the
nuances;
for this is us, for all included, to kiss grandpa. She’s there, a
spirit-guide,
to usher forward a genius. We feature
thoughts, to construct
buildings,
where billions soar. I reach afar, to
prophesy love, to knit
emotions. The world is heavy, a feyic design, to
birth it in segments; and
more
for glints, to station souls, a mile into wisdom. Its torn events, and
tilting
swings, to leap upon sand. We love in
shades, the bluest river, bathed
in
sunlight; whereat—we cherish, cherry blossoms, and christic waves; in
which—we
perish, to spread for wings, to awaken a mystic. So till a forest, in
teal
blue suits, ‘til oceans roar; for this is us, for all included, to kiss
grandma. 