endless melodies melt into me…leave your trace…i beg of
you…leave an embrace
soul leave me without myself
bliss lift me into clouds as tears trickle me down me
breath flows to breathe words that will never be heard
don’t say it…notaword….not….a….word.
i know you felt it as i…
it is real
yet there seems to be no place for it
when there are so many other tangible, physical, material things to be had.
there is no room for something that takes up no such space
do not search for it, it is not lost, just waiting to be found.
when word cannot define it but waits for the claim to label it
what need do we have of something that could be anything?
i cannot prove you have it,
i have to take your word for it
the same word that cannot define
what it is you and i cannot see
but what we feel…