wisps of dreams, and other hard currencies

ensorcelled
by Dawn’s sweet calm;

enraptured
by Dusk’s fiercely muted roar,

i find myself here alone,
with you
never to be found.

the very air sizzles
in between the errant
glide of silken miracles,
and the halting flow of
anticipation and
wonder.

a billion
tiny stars
exploding
all ‘round
in a cacophony unexpected:
lights and smells dancing wild
and chaotic,
soothed only by a soul’s touch.

stimulated to the edge of ecstasy,
the beauty overwhelms,
but, my love,
please,
drink it all,
deeply and sinfully,
drink it all, and
seek nothing other
than that original bliss.

a realm of knowing,
infused with love
and the infinite of
possibility.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on November 1, 2021.