ST98 ... Love is magic...
it is quiet, undetectable in busy minds
You are a dream, a scent of magic blown in from across the terrains. Magic is always unexpected, beauty so pure is forever new, a wonder, a love so perfect. I feel slightly guilty to behold this gift. Am i worthy? Is this love for real?
I crossed your path as you were crossing mine. Our eyes blended in the open space between, we smiled, we talked, we felt pleasant, whole, safe. We admired the truth of our words, respect for our stories, our laugh over tears barely reaching the surface of a mental embrace. We connected in the air of love. That is what i felt.
You are so beautiful, a slender flower wavering in the breeze, skin so tender, delicate as a rose, blooming in soft light.
Your brown texture so smooth, glowing of heat, waiting for touch, ready and hesitant, flowing in the air like a dream. I couldn't take my eyes from you. They followed all the curves across your neck, up into your cheeks and lips so accurate so wondrous and words leapt off your tongue like sparkles, transparent glimmering luminance across the air. I could hear your sensitive heart from the sounds falling from your vulnerable lips erupting inside my ears, there was so much filling the mystic space, over whelming of soft and easy and peaceful fields, of you. A pure perfect landscape.
Things change, time falls into slippery realms. The first time i laid my eyes upon you another world spread itself around us. A lightness moved about like a childs balloon, wavering in the wind, no direction to anywhere, a pure moment moving free. It had been years since that delicate air tingled my skin. Things change, realities move against, the pressure of structure forces its future upon open hearts. Love is doomed, confined, spread out amongst the streets of high rises and pretty parks. What a smile you have, love entangles me, but i set you free.
The day turned inwards, darkness moved about like a wild dog sniffing the sent of life free, undisturbed, unaware of the threat of death. Love dies, magic moves mysteriously. I can't get your eyes out of my mind as their essence softly fades into frozen winds.
I fool myself. I have no self. It longs to be loved. It doesn't know what love is. I love you. I loved you. You know i have. I know you know. You can't steal love but we try. We all have multilevel personalities. One day you're this and another you're something else, in love and out like a blooming bud to a dying leaf. That is the nature of nature, this energy, this spirit, this mystical mysterious magic that we love to love.
We move on through the deep forest of life with our love tangled up around us like a saviour. I welcome the pleasure and the pain, the ecstasy and the fall, your soft eyes and your distance. This is a complex day, full of simple love.
Time slipped away into the scattered fields of form, the practical anatomy of plans. I know you will remember me, as i will cherish the few moments of magic embedded into my heart. They will fade, the parallel caresses never formed will find their source and evaporate, everything does. As you fade i feel the pleasant spirit of your delicate heart reach out for one last secret touch. Oh, you're so sacred, so special, so unique flowing across this infinite universe of dream. Fare thee well.
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