Ode to Love

Listen with your heart There is a language beneath Where joy is expressed  Each bit is ciphered There is a thorough supply Pressed and measured out Cross-referencing past An eartag for the future Dictating the lane Flowing with rhythm Giving credence to the crowd Omniresonant  Knowledge of Good And Evil both Crystallized Into heart's cadence Now we have a shape Threading through the fifth of eight Around the corner One thread sticks the stem Not too frayed to reignite Bringing Word to Light Lumiere the room Settling and stepping down Meaning printed clean

Behind prison bars I can feel all of these things This is understood Cog in The Machine Turning in a Kingward Way Being blessed by God Road keeps persisting  The sand is all rumbling  As places are changed You reap what you sow Eddies Chase The Whirlwind A war won, not fought  As places are changed Sand and dust both leave a mark Whiplashed Together  Smallest change above Will resonate all below Now we find our truth  Where our ideas Will find buoyancy with gold Shifting second time The canvas renewed Even while I sleep and dream Beauty awaits me

Peeling the edges Where interconnectedness Exceeded its use Find separation Partial bloomed as set of stairs That bridges our gap In these whisper halls Pick up An Iconic Lack  When we disconnect Lacking like a scar It's shape symbolically sound Divining a dream Let us come out clean The Moment is within reach Dirtied pathways split Then it's you and me Us two walking together They can take their steps Regeneration We must reach a paradise Resting hand in hand Please come rescue me I've only Words to offer After Wisdom Wilts

The train of thought: I wonder what the process would look like if I put in a box a dream of delayed watches. The idea: My account of time spent has been monitored, and can be returned, with an interesting spin.

Cross pollination  Returning with a blood stain Along our laid lines These chemical scents Wishwork out like fireflies A new reaction God is our beacon Slipstream Bereaheet Bara It's all confusing Coming together When maturity is reached A final harvest Reaping what you sow Painting with a pen deepened  By the cracking glass  In our pain we've seen Throughout time we have become Fields of healed with scars If we continue Perhaps there will be a prize Night followed by Dawn Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer

I've called you by name In this you may be unique Within partnered fields Youngest of your flock Do you know how loved you are? The cup overflows  If I try to count All the ways we show you love I would never cease So they adorn you Your armor of special gifts With eyes shining bright Bring the horizon Traverse the Sea of Nothing Use your gifts to stitch An expert seamstress Connect the threads I cannot Make me a garment I long to be seen Not as shameful and naked But beloved and clothed When you hear your name If these halls have any worth Rise and shine boldly