Love Connection
Connections, how are they made?
Perceptions waved in radio, station identification
made, declared, paved.
Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere.
Staging place of communication,
treble, fade, dialing for gauge of reception,
from antenna atelier.
Or is it more romantic and mystical?
The heart's language is silent, yet profound,
longing long chirps of echoes seeking landing,
fuel and ground.
Or a Mirrored recipercipitation fog window
quench of thirsts at your looking glass,
dripping patternlayed at the seas of Captain's log.
Two souls entwined in cosmic ballet tile,
of spaces connected by tether of joy
in mid-minded-smile.
In cascading sheets.style.
Each touch a brushstroke
on life's grand ports of entry,
creating ripples that swell echoes in mate-ivity.
Plotting of rain-arrow shot from Cherubim bow, perch.
Immerse in cadence, lets spirit burst
forth in desperate Morse, searchlight or APB.
God's creative,
Love in it's art of state of statements to make
all inclusive in it's ivity.
A message of the realm, integrity does do all things.
Relative truths, stirring the connecting of Love's rings.
A chance meeting, a glance, a smile
conducted by hope.
The premise and sound practice of
a magic unbound
Pixie Eloped at Temple or Church.
A marriage of sacrament,
each intimate word a phoenix, in clement ascent,
rising higher and higher.
Capturing the essence, between
betwixt the ever'v'essence unseen, neural net router,
route of accented poetry on a reactive canvas,
true north, of raw and pristine.
Yet connections are fragile, easily undone,
like autumn leaves in the fading sun.
Though love is not a mere ethereal, flower,
or mutable material.
It blooms, it haunts, it wilts to self's crucifixion
within, a return of resurrection, of His imperial,
iCity, New Jerusalem, Ocity translation.
A Goliath Bloom sniffed again
in remembrance of reason, and the angle of
approach is immaterial,
inalienable, just seasons.
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