A lot of typos and mispelled words... but nonetheless......
I sit staring at the blank page..... attempting to contain my emotions within the boundaries of dialects cage ~ in truth they overflow and seep from me, my rivers they vivdly rage. We disengage reality... each time we resonate together in a dreams mentality... and it seems like an impracticality but within these hearts I believe we have found, souls that compliment each other and dwell on common ground....Because the pictures they surround me ~ encase me envelopes of fantasy... thirty- three patterns of wheels of light, mingle on the ceiling as through the window rises foresight. I envision the night we first lay together.... when you come to my door and in harmony we sleep..... and in the deepness of your eyes as the moon frays through the blinds... I see us dream till peacefully rising with the sunshine. Your hand in mine there's a whole to explore.... before me has been placed an energy that can't be ignored.... I've soared on nothing more than thought.. and most of the wisdom I've gathered has been self taught. Sought pathways guiding through lifes twisted trail.... an inevitably tried for things at which I've failed.... I've availed with confidence but in you I see hope - I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of wishful thinking and amplified emtion...... but this tidal wave runs between us connecting all the way to the ocean. I have devotion to my instincts and when I think about you... I feel linked... and a distinct sense of balance ~ our spirits, they are attunded.....around looms an almost eery gloom of tranquility... the probability realistically is rather slim and hope measured scientifically bears an outlook that is bleak and grim..... but on a whim it seems I am floating on butterfly wings, powered by the dream of what the future could bring. I sing in the shower and carry a smile as company for the entirety of my day ~ in someway it's you that I carry..... can't underplay these feelings that well inside my heart... from the start of my time here I've felt pulled by your kinetic shed..... and instead of reserving my soul timidly.... forbidding entry...... I've left the doors open for everyone to see. Because last night I realized that I love waking to the sound of your voice.... and would rise to it daily if given the opportunity to make that choice..... till then I sleep to dream of your face ~ trace images for comfort in the absence of your embrace.... and give my destiny to the universe, time... and space...
I sit staring at the blank page..... attempting to contain my emotions within the boundaries of dialects cage ~ in truth they overflow and seep from me, my rivers they vivdly rage. We disengage reality... each time we resonate together in a dreams mentality... and it seems like an impracticality but within these hearts I believe we have found, souls that compliment each other and dwell on common ground....Because the pictures they surround me ~ encase me envelopes of fantasy... thirty- three patterns of wheels of light, mingle on the ceiling as through the window rises foresight. I envision the night we first lay together.... when you come to my door and in harmony we sleep..... and in the deepness of your eyes as the moon frays through the blinds... I see us dream till peacefully rising with the sunshine. Your hand in mine there's a whole to explore.... before me has been placed an energy that can't be ignored.... I've soared on nothing more than thought.. and most of the wisdom I've gathered has been self taught. Sought pathways guiding through lifes twisted trail.... an inevitably tried for things at which I've failed.... I've availed with confidence but in you I see hope - I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of wishful thinking and amplified emtion...... but this tidal wave runs between us connecting all the way to the ocean. I have devotion to my instincts and when I think about you... I feel linked... and a distinct sense of balance ~ our spirits, they are attunded.....around looms an almost eery gloom of tranquility... the probability realistically is rather slim and hope measured scientifically bears an outlook that is bleak and grim..... but on a whim it seems I am floating on butterfly wings, powered by the dream of what the future could bring. I sing in the shower and carry a smile as company for the entirety of my day ~ in someway it's you that I carry..... can't underplay these feelings that well inside my heart... from the start of my time here I've felt pulled by your kinetic shed..... and instead of reserving my soul timidly.... forbidding entry...... I've left the doors open for everyone to see. Because last night I realized that I love waking to the sound of your voice.... and would rise to it daily if given the opportunity to make that choice..... till then I sleep to dream of your face ~ trace images for comfort in the absence of your embrace.... and give my destiny to the universe, time... and space...
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