Sometimes, in days past and in mornings wake among busy droplets of lavender and burning skies of dawns glorious lake, She saw tiny glimpses of him, right there. Two souls peaked and primed, watching from afar, tentacles of the unseen, leaving trails of speckled kisses beneath wakeful stars weaved in the essence of man’s mindful tales. Simple eyes see with blind platonic thought beyond aesthetics, raw, unearthed beauty the soft whispers of what a soul has sought light within the pits of reality.
Perhaps souls, eachother had always known, not seeing the physical, they saw home.
Dawn tastes like a moments reflection in utopia, the silence embraces my tired mind, the warm rays reach across my cold skin, like hands pulling me close, like love holding me tight in mornings new light. A flicker of time, seconds, minutes, solitude caressing the deep contours of my soul. And the moment is gone, yet for that beat in time, I was whole, I was me, I was free…
In such dreams I lose self between gentle yellow rays of sun falling from the heavens dawns melody imploding as silence explodes and I hear natures orchestra kissing my soul Awake I see only beauty between the devils shadows The perfection of flaws Purity of truth experience of being human Life
At hours past when lingers only twilight, The owl, my companion guards my nights His call an ancient song of remembrance a message from Selene of transcendence. Among the vast emptiness of life the tangible moment between seeing and sight when eyes closed I hear, I see I know, The universal energy at perfect flow Alone, is that moment, when voices I hear, closed eyes and faces so near. I’m told it is a gift to see and hear and feel, It is an existence all too real and when I say I think you… then know you are, you will, you do… For we are just energy… And I have a front row seat for the show for that is my reality.