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.