A mantra with meaning,
a saying to suggest,
quiet in its discretion, its wishful
Oh, to have the time to say the words,
to know the reaction, to see the eyes,
to feel the lips, to taste the passion,
to understand the mystique
is drawn inside our own set of fashion,
our world together,
it is in that quiet alley way,
where romance did lean against stucco walls,
inside a broken world,
where healing hands and gasps and fires
did maintain some semblance of peace
internalized by the conflict of our realities.
Oh to know the sweet spirit of love
in all its natural abandon
preserved by the symbolic nature
of heart and soul.
Oh to taste the fire of dewy eyes in winter’s landscape.
We are all delicious,
really, think about it,
in the moment,
the beauty of our grace,
our hearts have passion,
we feel, we design, we imagine,
we might all know the surreal nature
found inside the fantasy of our mind.