Moving solemnly quiet
Trying not to disturb the peace
Trying not to create some ruffles
For there is beauty in this calmness
The layer of relaxation is awe
It’s complete beauty
It’s a door to ease away all anomaly
Moving slowly causes self focus
Welcome to a bath
Dancing souls.
Together they make circles around each other
They feed their energy to one another
They mesmerize each other
Their touch, causes reactions
Those of happiness attraction
Their dance – smooth
Their emotions rising
Two dancing souls, on a night
A dance of life – shared.
And buckets, and buckets, and buckets
Countless like the sand.
Hundreds of millions, of thousand, of trillions
Piled closely together – countless.
Of emotions on the sidewalk of my heart .
the very moment the world turns on you
What is there for you to look at?
or possibly look forward to.
There needs to be a bit more
possibly, of nothing, to pass encouragement
there I can find a meaning.
Love has conquered the air like the lacquer on freshly varnished wood.
A smell so potent that it’s reality is made clear. Invisibly taking over all the space and it’s way of living.
There is no way that love can drown you, really. However, it can be so that it may suffocate you.
I need love to be something. I need it to be potent. For the love that lacks itself becomes the weakness to the itself.
Love that stands strong announces its presence. Like the candles that release it’s magic. While the source is not seen. We know that it is somewhere.
That is the love that shouts in potency. That without it there is also nothing to see. The same as when it was, for to see it, you must first breath it in.
Suffocating in all that it gives.
The screech on the walls
The rustic noise of the voice
The sound of some screeching brakes.
Stop screaming to the air
For there is no one there
That needs to listen to any of the all that you will say
Screaming does not
Reach out amicably.
Just bullshit wave lengths.
