Tides of emotion,
well and swell
Swallowing my interior,
washing through me
changing my trajectory
and dulling my vision
to all things exterior.
sits mother like-she,
for defensive reaction
against anyone who would question
this extra-ordinary rush of love
Like desert flowers
amidst hot howling wind and arid viciousness.
I will not bend,
I give in
only to the feelings
I tune my ear
to the beauty of evolving interior song
which began as an insistent tapping,
beating in my heart,
stealing my thoughts away,
from pursuits that could wait
for another day.
I listened – still,
as the tapping turned into a hum,
wide and deep as the
Moon’s craters – moving my soul.
My heart changed,
radiating within the cavern of my chest.
I could feel it flash
from red to pink to lavender and gold
then back again.
It changed the cadence of my steps,
single, double, tripled taps
which graduated to skipping,
keeping time with the cresting wave
of our combined harmony.
Harmonies which sing my soul to sleep.
Sweet, warm and ooooh so deep.
My eyes open on this world
but my focus
with laser beam intensity
is attuned to the feel of honey in the rock,
the haunting smell of cinnamon and molasses,
the seductive mélange of vanilla musk – wafting
And the sight of lush meadows
bejeweled and dazzling after summer rains.
And personal score,
– The beauty of every Word that is
Familiar and as yet Unknown.