I feel sounds surge through
my aching muscles. Revitalising,
easing, purging the pain.
Every nerve buzzing in harmony,
a bee to honeyed melodies
rising to the cadence
of time's rolling sea.
The urge, a revelation,
magic invoking limbs
to feel the life I hid inside.
A music box of memory
spilling its secrets in mystical melody,
casting spells over air, pushing arms
upwards - elation, praising
the divinity of love's invitation.
I pray... Take me. I'm yours.
And now my wavy hands are plucking
stars from the ethereal sky, grounding them
into fine wine. Picking tones like stones,
washing them clean in ephemeral streams
to form glass to hold it in.
A vessel of devotion, stem full of dreams.
A rose blossom chalice
of love's scented scenes.
And I'll hand you a drink,
bubbling with effervescent promise.
Take my hand. Crystalline memories
taste sublime when lips join in cheers,
sipping the passing of time.
A kiss radiating with the weaving magic
of tonight, tomorrow and days to follow,
whispers sharing sanctuary
in all the future sustenance
it holds inside.
And I unfurl a dream. A swirling world,
me and you, a beachside view,
starlight sifting sunset eyes.
I hold onto that image - shivers
down my spine, completely enamoured.
The alluring way your heart speaks to me.
The song it sings. The music it plays.
And when the moonlight colludes
with the ocean view, I'll hand you a box.
Every memory I saved for you.
A gift of music, the song, my heart,
twirled into being by hands
of the unseen ever-seeing Love
within all of us.
And I dance
the dance of the universe,
a crushed diamond flowing verse.
I sing its words of unity, feel
intense hope flooding me,
and I hand my heart enshrined
in committed crystal light. For
it belongs to you and no other.
And in the moonlight of the evening,
the song is on repeat, again and again.
For love continues to turn, like the
earth spinning a dance of her own.
Life is here - we just need to let
our hearts dance to its mystic beat.
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