I would dip in that spring,
never full, but in spate
at such moments
of deep engagement,
with the cryptic voices of nature.
In a rush of passion
I would reach for those
lovely peaks that shiver
as if by tremors
that rumble deep below.
With my trembling heart,
I would catch your broken song,
though out of tune,
thrills and urges me,
to do whatever pleases me.
**You are a cloud transparent,
that envelopes moon
with swift hands of wind,
the swirls, the twists and the turns
aren't us, but nature, in glorious motion,
dancing in tune with our essence.**
In effulgent moments, like sky birds,
when we transcend limits,
lips, parched leaves
quickly swell up like orange slices,
love in swift moves creates wonders
with its magic wand.
*Experience now,
the music of motion,
an explosion
in which we are thrown up,
to a state of timelessness,*
and at last hands entwined,
we walk in the garden
where wild orchids in bloom
paint our dream in vivid colors.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
I would dip in that spring,
never full, but in spate
at such moments
of deep engagement,
with the cryptic voices of nature.
In a rush of passion
I would reach for those
lovely peaks that shiver
as if by tremors
that rumble deep below.
With my trembling heart,
I would catch your broken song,
though out of tune,
thrills and urges me,
to do whatever pleases me.
**You are a cloud transparent,
that envelopes moon
with swift hands of wind,
the swirls, the twists and the turns
aren't us, but nature, in glorious motion,
dancing in tune with our essence.**
In effulgent moments, like sky birds,
when we transcend limits,
lips, parched leaves
quickly swell up like orange slices,
love in swift moves creates wonders
with its magic wand.
*Experience now,
the music of motion,
an explosion
in which we are thrown up,
to a state of timelessness,*
and at last hands entwined,
we walk in the garden
where wild orchids in bloom
paint our dream in vivid colors.
Daily love.net Oct 22, 2011
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