White Space Of Fractured Words
© Surazeus
2019 01 23
Between white space of fractured words we find
wordless concepts of profound truth that bind
disparate souls with hope to exchange love
that will connect hungry hearts through desire
to give as much as we accept from friends
who share our journey in curves of the world.
Tense passion vibrates from electric sparks
arching between spoken words that reframe
complex patterns composing forms of matter
to leap across abyss of silence swift
as soaring hawk whose existential shriek
wakes me from dream of desire to hear you.
I calm restless waves of thought with soft breath
of wind over waters to hear your words
themselves conjure vision of your strange thoughts
shimmering before my eyes so I can hear
concepts you are attempting to express
and understand how you feel in your heart.
How strange this magic formula of words
we juxtapose in flowing train of sounds
by speaking to weave separate concepts tight
in tapestry of thoughts pregnant with meaning
to convey vision of tangled world matrix
through linear expression of verbal spells.
What complex vision of material world
I can compress through singing flow of words
that bind in visual concepts our minds dream
atomic particles of sounds which weave
vortex of perceptions through flashing verse
illuminating stark contrast of real truth.
The phrase I love you means I focus eyes
to comprehend material needs of flesh
when your body hungers for refreshing food
then I give loaf of bread and jar of wine
so we commune together in song hall
to eat and share tales of our experience.
© Surazeus
2019 01 23
Between white space of fractured words we find
wordless concepts of profound truth that bind
disparate souls with hope to exchange love
that will connect hungry hearts through desire
to give as much as we accept from friends
who share our journey in curves of the world.
Tense passion vibrates from electric sparks
arching between spoken words that reframe
complex patterns composing forms of matter
to leap across abyss of silence swift
as soaring hawk whose existential shriek
wakes me from dream of desire to hear you.
I calm restless waves of thought with soft breath
of wind over waters to hear your words
themselves conjure vision of your strange thoughts
shimmering before my eyes so I can hear
concepts you are attempting to express
and understand how you feel in your heart.
How strange this magic formula of words
we juxtapose in flowing train of sounds
by speaking to weave separate concepts tight
in tapestry of thoughts pregnant with meaning
to convey vision of tangled world matrix
through linear expression of verbal spells.
What complex vision of material world
I can compress through singing flow of words
that bind in visual concepts our minds dream
atomic particles of sounds which weave
vortex of perceptions through flashing verse
illuminating stark contrast of real truth.
The phrase I love you means I focus eyes
to comprehend material needs of flesh
when your body hungers for refreshing food
then I give loaf of bread and jar of wine
so we commune together in song hall
to eat and share tales of our experience.
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