let me be the moment you're chasing? if they were old or new, the pearl i rechieved from the blue- i can share with you. if i were the moment you had chased, id stop so sprightly to stupefy you to then twist you in piroutte- the atmosphere would tornado with God's youthing loving charmful dust. a moment ive been chasing, the spirits all caged within the illustrious dance of a daring engagement. the spirits that could fight to their last breath, but instead could then choose to love. a picture frame of some war, i realize, i hope to accomplish again. with a wealthy heart in a healthy peace.
the spitting kiss of a waterfall lovingly showers my face in the whole saturation of sweetness. it lands on my lips, and now my leap turns to a dive into its bountiful warming ponds i used to rest next to; a scarce place, our comfort pierced through any encumbrance.