Your Earthly
Myths and fears
Fall *******
Traveler's ears
(Yes there's many of us)
You bound yourselves
To earth
Where your
Superstition has giving birth
But if you truly seek
The real deal
Fear not to breach
A greater free will
Come with us
To another dimension
Where being of light
Need no inventions
Be a master, not a slave
We were never created
To be trapped in a maze!

"Cné"
Desperately
I long to go
Where creativity flows
No fear of the unknown
Or of some maze that is shown
By light, warm and unburning
Star littered night skies
Observing
hair blowing in the wind
Bright eyes shining with a glint
Unbound by time or place
Before the lost of innocence, faced
I'll give my hand, in trust
to another dimension, or bust...

"Temporal Fugue"
Through the mirror
Traveling the unknown maze
Gazing on, site's unseen
And setting them, ablaze
Through the universe
Pausing to explore
Perusing the next, traverse
And wanting, so much more
Masters of discovery
Trust, holding out her hand
Knowing forever and a day
Just a woman, just a man.

(Was that a yes or no?)

The flittering, fluttering, flibbering, flubbering of my palpitating heart overwhelms every sensation and motivation in relation to any realization outside of this conversation as I peer into your glistening, glittery, dazingly dazzling, daringly dashing eyes.

This sensational melt dwells within the weary wells of my wailing heart, as it pinpoints the probable possibilities of pain and perilization, all because of that pittering, pattering, positive possibility that you may move closer.

Every inch anticipates an increasingly pleasing tease, appeasing the leaps and heaps of appreciation in relation to this same revelation: the desperation for that sensation, the precipitation of complication revolving around this intensification.