23 January, 2009

Midnight In A Perfect World

theres a rythm about the breeze, 
a sweet bliss in the fullness of the silence
meekness, sweetness, 
my heart has been painting of late, 
my eyes have been dreaming, i'm swaying to the dance of life
a voice, a new instrument in the symphony of my life is weaving elating music
speaking soothing words into my ear, 
tempting me and then fading away, leaving behind a blush
a moment like a sudden gush of sensual wind in the scorching sun, 
its like the spirits of the earth have smiled, 
soothing the senses like cool water splashing on my body; washing away all anguish
i feel fresh, like the first wet lucid stroke of a beautiful vision on a blank canvas
slow, mixing potently into a deep color,
deliberate, oozing streams of pure bliss flowing into the depths of soul
and spreading into my veins, exuding through the pores
calm.
I am immersing myself into magic; slowly, slowly, slowly.

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