The Experience

Breathless.
Running on the oldest of energies
In my mind I am looking for you
Searching.
In my dreams I am asking
Where are you?
Asleep.
My projections tell me
This is how I know you.
Awake.
There is a restless movement
Let us sit together.
Alive.
Tell me your thought
The psyche of your physical holding.
Merge.
I cup your face in my hands
The only touch I need.
Prayer.
I feel you
Open the door to your soul.
Believe.
Smiling is a dimensional feeling
Your purpose is in your display.
Knowing.
Material things are put away
Listening is your spiritual holding.
Pursue.
Running on broken shells
Beneath these new life breeds.
Breathless.

~ B