Ode to Love

What you say happens, what I say happens Must one of us stay silent forever? What I think happens, what you think happens Can this end in anything but "never?" How can one walk away from one so close? I don't remember, don't think I want to Even in the net I wonder of gross Though colors respond to sharpen moon's view Desired and devoured spectrums grow Until pinpoint accuracy is found Radio still signals strangers below Up so high, don't think I've forgotten ground Through infinitely small angles we sift Lover, strangers, friends, and family the gift 

Weak point on the page Solar cycle weakness made Enough to reshape Replace the anger Power mixed with fearlessness Undesirable So build desire Despise "humiliated" Build humility Establish meekness So that even weakness fades Leaving observed ache In strength show mercy Boasting justly in knowledge God will show the way God does not deceive Though paths look impossible They have been well planned So I unbare teeth I sharpen tactics, not claws Knowing their edge holds I let rage subside The Sword of Truth remains sharp  The Lord will prevail 

At the tail a deep yellow like the hint of daylight in the night The first and last seen, how I see her Then the faintest glimpse of orange The echo of the last goodbye And rushing back with a change of mind Next a deep burn of red Barely visible but echoing still in my mind Flashing back and forth since I left Followed by the hint of blue Oh its sight reminds me of you It takes everything not to rush home Advancing to shimmering purple You have never been invisible to me I felt you long before my eyes took to the skies Oh the remnant of green From the ground these Christmas trees Just waiting for the light to go on A white band for the center Like a blank space or page yet unwritten Where I hope you will call home The rainbow shines in the sky Still a promise for all mankind That this storm will break into beautiful things Then the surface glistens As if oil now reflects the light Reminding me once there are colors in night Next up the tiger stripes Imperfectly described in this way B...

You know, if I spin from here I can see the mirror all around, like a ball encompassing me. Certainly separated by so many spaces in between, from this position there are no reflected reflections to obscure light's path, and so the vision of it is naked to my eyes. I imagine that if you spin from there you would see this stone everywhere you look. Perhaps it would appear like a dark cave all around once your sight had adjusted. The cave is filled with color though, let me show you; the paths of my subtle shifts are all on display, from where you are. I feel like this thing that has been something like a dream has grown quite complex now. While it has felt overwhelming at times, I do believe that has been a matter of perspective in these echoing halls now aligned. With you in your corner and me in mine, the paths once so simple feel that way again. Do you feel it as well? Do you feel the same urge to cast away the clarity of these positions to rush for a realm where touch would once...

You have guided me Step by step along this path You have stayed with me From the cornerstone To the mirrored reflections Trusted companion You are the benchmark That I weigh every word by Trustworthy and true I long to witness The day of your blessed offspring Your path justified So I will walk it As best as I can from here Although the sting shifts You have {removed} fear Thank you for this precious gift And showing me why Please {remove} anger Let me see dreams through your eyes With the end assured So I might see you Though distanced by space and time As if eye to eye 

I was just considering more deeply that even with perfect connection, forever is a long time. With the way that possible puzzles can lead to additional puzzles, I could see there coming a point where this process could persist forever, with a kind of lever for increasing or decreasing the number of puzzles appearing in any given time period, allowing for adventure or rest without the well running dry or the swell becoming overwhelming. Said another way, these are like dials for a radio that can be turned at any time as desired. The key would be making sure that this mechanism is set before stepping into the realm unbound by time periods, before "forever" really starts, or at least before it really comes into focus. I imagine this transition would be a catalyzed effect, or like a superconductor it would not be effective until it is effective in full. As the building of this mechanism would need to be contributed to and accomplished by multiple sources so as not to devolve back...