I felt your mind, this powerful arc, this sea of rivers. I
heard your soul, through pitted skies, at woes over essence; this torn riddle,
as beauty afar, guarded as too many roses; to taste earth, this blueberry
thought, seasoned with paltry. I sing a song, to ballet a swan, this fury
transformed—into deep this desert, our clam oasis, flitting as to fly forever;
this height of souls, a diamond to mother, a gem to father; as born too soon,
as living too early, this cabin of bears. I saw a heart, beating in midair,
clawing at eternity: I saw a face, filled with sable eyes, too close to touch.
I ran forever, at guilt this mind, to circle a churchyard. I felt your mind,
screaming for clarity, to stumble upon satori, or more dakini, surfing through maya,
as to become a bodhi; where love
is guidance, to aid a colony, as to watch their graduation; while building
affections, to travel through seas, this essence captured in stillness; to know
for strengths, or even love, this feeling of swans. I heard your soul, singing
of freedom, while courting legends; as to reappear, this vessel of storms,
reaching as to conquer those clouds; to adjust life, this sibling as friend,
striving as to forge dreams: our courted fancies; our inner visions; those
purities we utter rarely. I waxed with rain, digging deep this soil, as to
plant a prayer: it came to life, this swan of prose, exposed to such feelings;
to have this dance, such welkin eyes, seasoned, baked, and hearted to
perfection. I love your song, seeping into music, a sign for a soul stressing;
this world of stars, and casual scars, carried a bit too far. I felt your soul,
pulling as to awaken—this man falling asleep; that inner grace, that outer
mystic—this travel through deep terrain; where love is motion, while love is
gray, where we must create color; this thing of thoughts, sorting through
meadows, as to discover our hidden treasure. I felt a mind, moving through
forests, at peace with souls.
