My fingers feel the goosebumps on my arm
There is a definite chill in the warmth
My head is a little fuzzy
My eyes still adjusting
My legs almost buckled there
Is that what is feels like- a physical blow?
The blow that I most welcomed
Is it actually true, not just a fairy tale?
Was that an unreal moment?
But how can it not be true, not real?
It was like an overwhelming force
No merely metaphysical, but an actual presence
A feeling so potent, I could explode
Yet it's an explosion I most welcome
It's a passion filled with reverence
It's an innate need like water and air
Like the very blood in my veins
It's the fragrance of ecstasy
Like the sunlight that warms the brow
It's a craze which drives to destruction
Yet indestructible it is so
It is the very positivity that fills the air
The power that fuels my belief
It makes me want to fly, to soar
To take a leap of faith
All I want to do is stare
Yet I'm afraid to look
My gaze might kill its beauty I fear
Though deep down I know it's beauty is impossible to kill
I long to extend my hand and touch
But I resist, worried it will crumble
Yet no touch is required, for it's in me
It'll live till I do and beyond
It's like a whisper in my ear
An ancient magic so pure
It is so incredible
I can hardly stand it anymore
This again makes me wonder
What if it's just a dream?
But how could it not be real?
It's the very definition of me.
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