I hold you in my gaze
Warm, the cockles of my heart
The beats, a now recognisable constant
Dull noir pulsates to hyper-saturated chromas
In breaths and out
Stream of consciousness triggering synapses
Agitated ‘Nowhere-ness’ to limpid ‘now-here-ness’
A discordant indigo mind turns into a more placid azure
Eyes well up
I blink away a tiny tear
As the heart drinks deep
I am back
Desire manifests
and the heart longs again
The Universe delivers
A sense of expectation develops
I hold an empty envelope
She’s like the moon
Playing games with my heart
And so today, the rest of you takes on a hue similar to that of your heart and the radiance of your aura…
The chrysanthemums you grow so lovingly in your garden
They bear no thorns
random rants ruminations ramblings 