We
see you, to swarm internally, to unravel caves. It’s the flicker of flames,
or
mystic infusions, to unlock rubies. We die so often, the still of silence,
to
charter within. We champion life, a good for woes, as fevered as joys;
where
aches picture love, ever to hold you, to extinguish angst. We stare
a
rhythm, to chat a storm, pacing through books. It’s a dark shadow,
internal
motion, to harness the energy. It’s face to face, a faceless gem,
gazing
through mirrors. We see it, to shift a turn, to steady our eyes; in
which
a star, to stream a volt, a walking constellation. It was ever you, a
bright
eyed dove, for flipping pages. So more to meta, to filter a
monad,
to part the residue; whereat is life, a sun for vision, an arc for
psyches.
The heart has spoken, to spring for daffodils, to court for wisdom;
while
Solomon flames, the woes of thunder, to outreach the self. It’s deep
within,
a turn outward, a faucet of wonder; while ever for you, a secret
council,
to pause a moving vessel. We shift to learn, fraught with gifts, to
unlock
a treasure; where wealth is travel, a person reaching, to alter a
casualty.
The war was major, a young survivor, a born ambassador; for ever
to
knit, the seams of travesty, hiking through mind-waves; where this is
life,
an unopened self, to explode on impact; whereat are seasons, to learn
the
weather, as clever as Samson, as wise as Samuel.
