Pretty ripples on the surface,
Your words; carefully composed shadows
in black, white or enhanced hue
I yearn for naught less than wild forest fire
In poetry, stars and throbbing desire
I seek the deep blue beyond black
A merger with every atom
once mine;
In you I am drawn
to the image of our primordial dawn
In you, I feel the rhythm of my pulse
Resonance, that hoary dance
Spinning the universe in a dream
You exist and so I do, I do
I dream and so you do, you do.
Exist, experience, exhilarate.
Your words; carefully composed shadows
in black, white or enhanced hue
I yearn for naught less than wild forest fire
In poetry, stars and throbbing desire
I seek the deep blue beyond black
A merger with every atom
once mine;
In you I am drawn
to the image of our primordial dawn
In you, I feel the rhythm of my pulse
Resonance, that hoary dance
Spinning the universe in a dream
You exist and so I do, I do
I dream and so you do, you do.
Exist, experience, exhilarate.
No comments:
Post a Comment