Thoughts 1

the mind ingrained 

like a piece of wood

Satellite

I communicate with dust

across a wide spectrum

fluid is my motion

distilled memories

in tune with one another   

branching out 

into the unknown

 

we speak in riddles

twisted lies

from day to night

inside out

comes our trail of thought

and the answer lies within

our mind is like a satellite 

Dream of love

when I dream of her

it is she that manifests 

apart of me lays hidden 

waiting for it’s match

a seamless interwoven catch

looking across from where we start

to break even a heart to heart

as I lay awake 

my dreams unfold 

a stream of ever knowing love

 

she broadens my horizons

the light of truth

reflected in her eyes

show me the path of salvation

a blessing in disguise