There is no such word for it
But it can be seen
in the position of the eyes
and the broken
symmetry of the mind
The relentless upheaval
and affirmation
of all things beautiful
I witness the vibrations
of my soul and of time
It is the empty space that
All matter
occupies
It is  the blinding white light
explosion
And the chemistry of flies
It is in your hands
as they connect to your thoughts
The consistent stream
of impulses
smothering your senses
It is the quivering mountain tops
with mossy green lovers
undulating to the pulse
of her heart
It is in the eyes
that connect you
to Life
A system
with an unknown source
Evolving and persisting
an invisible force
For a reason
We cannot
know why.

Waves traveling uniformly in the culmination of reality
Elusive perfection never meets our eyes
It is carried
In the messenger of colors
Reflecting within these portals
Directed towards the medium of awareness.

I am within the vast expanse of harmonious order
Breathing in the cosmic bonds
As a composition of ancient dust
Experiencing the mystery of happen
And the equivocal breadth of our surroundings.

I heard your voice with the setting sun
I answered back but
There was
No one
Waiting for me too

I saw the world
When I was
Next to you
Eyes filled
With
red glass
like the smoke
You too, will soon pass

I felt your face
In the rising moon
Over the mountains
It came
Too soon
Cigarette and a glass of wine
Collectively
Swallow,
inhale,
The time
Because you too
Will soon pass

Nights intoxicated
with Stars and
Bottles
The faces are content
But their minds
Are startled
Shown the path
But never the Way

That doesn't matter
Now
We’ll breathe the same air
And I’ll never forget
The smell,
The touch,
Your hair,
We shared the earth
For as long as
We could
For whatever its worth
Under this sky
Together
We've stood
And you too,
Will soon pass.

Frantic insects wait to die,
By this limitless Hand,
putting youth in a box,
With all the twisting shapes,
And  mysteries.

The second by second,
Unfolding of tiny events,
Collected in the labyrinth,
Between your ears,
Speaks warmth and meaning.

Holding hands under creaking trees,
Puts my spirit at ease,
To overlap and forget,
As these insects wait to die.