Energies

It’s so divine, to feel such movements, as alleged your soul; this furious power, at tears to vet it, while drifting upon space; this terrible beauty, at terrors that mind, to ponder your name; this field of grace, as shoulder to earth, enmeshed in that one line. I saw a countenance, akin to yogis, as frankly ingenious; that precious expense, as leaping his heart, enchanted but a moment; or maybe eternal, to meet at that class, this wandering soul; to harness chi, or electrify brains, at once, an athlete; that soul’s gymnasium, pondered as inverted, this place of soul-minds; to grant eternity, that major glance, as digging her soul asunder. It’s so divine, this type of converse, buried years apart; to know your class, as something forged, but still, this space of comforts: our dear departure; that immortal wound; burdened by something said; to strike a nerve, this purpose for living, as to meet by chance that silence: this petal of stars; those vacant smiles; those eyes turned green by affection; this genuine hex, as plexed as midnights—so churned that soul; to love with passion—our hearts to winds, flowing freely by wings: those melded minds; so aloof to touch; this ten year investigation. I met a soul, at ways to feel it, to arrive home that volt; this furious part—I must respond, where silence ensued; this radical message, as ridiculed the more, as rapid as moving sensations; while lost for names, as chasing few, where others have disappeared. It’s constant amore, as fragile as chips—to often venture a new fancy; where some could die, others must live, as needed that lifeforce; this miracle vibe, searching among souls, this trip amore; while cautious that vest, to mingle with like-minds, offended this shallowness of men. Its Thursday wishes, for Sunday kisses, at wealth this measure of sunshine; to dine upon chi, as misunderstood, treading those danger-zones: this vexing art, controlled at parts, where others are feral; but this is love, this fleeting enchant, as to tarry by energies.