The white dove descends The morning begins This is the air I breathe. I'm desperate for you I'm lost without you This is the air I breathe Your very soul living in me I'm crying In the desert I'm lost in my despair I think nobody cares You speak in gentle whispers Your arms enfold me as you hold me You are nearer than I dare believe You are in the very air I breathe. You are the confusion that surrounds me
~ineffable yearns of these undying eye fireflies.. my l o v e
gossamery glimmery lachrymal layering in a colossal pulsing momentum .. these earthen spherular devotional eyelands..
[in forever arisen divine bouquet potpourri of marrying garlands.. of signature rosaseous crisp rosemaries to the deep sacred saffroning marigolds ..with curvaceous leathery sponge twists of the seductive bedding cockscombs..
are in minimaturized unitary irising cynosure~ capture ...& yet in a rapturous petrichor emanating...
For when I go, I pray my spirit circles overhead. I trust my soul will make rings in the storm clouds above my eyes, and the nights won't be so eternal after all. Let the fiery evening burn into a peaceful, ashen dusk. Let parallels and wayward dimensions align gracefully. I hope I will wander starlands and fields of cosmic light, in search of nothing but to satisfy the part of me that wants to go home - and there is no heavenly home like the spheres of our origin.