one must learn,

time and time again,

to love oneself with
a gentle
and forgiving heart,

as you walk the path,
to enlightenment.

Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.

As the moon glows and the stars twinkle brighter
Our souls merged into one instantaneously
As we indulge in the night's sweet surrender
I could feel butterflies flutter in me aimlessly

It is crystal clear it is a beautiful connection
And that we are sharing an intimate affection
It is true that your comforting words soothe my emotion
And your touch left me a tingling sensation

Your passionate kisses, they make my knees feel weak
With every heartbeat of my chest, you endlessly caress my skin
I feel the shivers whenever your gaze meets mine and then you stroke my cheek
You warm my heart when you wipe my tears and lift up my chin

Needless to wait for another sunrise, you are the light in my darkness
With much honesty, you readily bare your beautiful heart and soul
For the uncountable smiles you put on my face , you are the joy in my sadness
Without a doubt, you create an indescribable feeling I am unable to control

It could be destined that we cross our path like this
For I believe everything happens for a reason
While you think I am an angel, I think you are an extraordinary blessing from above I truly miss
Though we are miles apart, something precious could befall us this season.

Chords of expression fray into the misty atmosphere of a nocturnal energy field, where hermits display magical arts on the cliff-tops of allegiance.
The application of force is intensified with heightened awareness, as it will produce the desired effect.
Are you willing or able to acknowledge that there is a resonating vibration which surpasses timeless universal parameters?
My cat is watching me.
Therefore, the question arises around whether the concept of perception is defined by conservative projections or unbridled liberty?
So, if we meander down those narrow and solitary roads of Andalucia to the small village of Pastelero, where snakes discreetly writhe into the fields of golden grain, we will find that an exploding teardrop is more powerful than a sonic boom.
The sickle is an astrological formation which compels me to ask: Where have all the flowers gone?