A dear friend we walk and wander
Our passage ahead
A glim
We part in honor of our pull
Ti
What is ti
Our experience
Our growth
Hm m mm
Hey
Whoo…it’s you
Oh dear friend you are wet
As am i
Drowned with experience
Can you see the moist beads of each taste I gained as I grew and I learned?
Yes I do, said my friend
I feel drunk say she
Tell
Oh here am I
I am drowned in the love
I saw the light and felt the flow
I was pulled
I couldn’t resist
what felt to be my
Truth
Spiraled deep
I was covered and im
I ingested and I swallowed
I lost air
In exchange for the liquid I took in
To my soul
Now I gasp
And I wonder
What is real
And I feel the damp
Residual
It doesn’t dry
It is here
The love remains
Oh my
My friend, say i
My
That is wonderful
I fear tho that I
In exchange
Have a muted tale to tell
You see
I open up my lungs
I extend myself in a way
that feels
Like a sponge
i feel FULL
But yet
I cling to every drop
Feeling full of the dew
Still
The light mist upon my skin
On the surface
It quells
It has sufficed
Yet I see
It is shallow in the depth
How is it that I feel rich with this hydration saturation?
Oh friend, say i
You are full
I am splashed
You inspire
Now, though I tighten my pores
My exterior is ready as is the root
And the heart
but for now the latter two
Remain dry
Both remain waiting
For only the purest drop
As you, my friend
Have ingested
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