Sunday, November 14, 2010

Underneath the Sun

I’ll be relaxing underneath the sun.
Patiently waiting on my two for one.
Feeling the comforting rays of priority is me.
Until the she arrives to form the we.
And travel free but possessed in a relevant calm atmosphere of unconditional.
But for now rays of indulgence tempts imperfections to something more visual.
And just sit back where its not complex but simple and satisfy to be more satisfied.
Because a parallel two never connect but literally craves the dazzling feel of the inside.
Feel that breeze so soothing and just right with entice and so fluid on the move.
But it and the light will fade soon along with the moment passing the moon.
And then a new day arise blessed to be alive again cause once more I’m awake.
With possibility’s dreams I have a chance to make a difference love and create.
So for now I’ll be relaxing underneath the sun .
Patiently waiting on my two for one.
Feeling the comforting rays of priority is me.
Until the she arrives to form the we.
Coexisting with nature in a blissful fruitful garden of quality and potential.
With nourishing acknowledgments of loyalty where love is humbly fundamental.
God is giving with effort from prayer and is praised always with great humility.
So lively it guides me to grasp onto the basics and little things with great ability.
So really can this picture of a man glazing shining bright be able to reconnect under the shade.
With that true woman who provide crystal clear insight to the wonders of love from which she’s made.
But reality is singular and copes with the night in a more tropical way intrigued by the beauty of a flower.
Smell the intoxicating aromas alluring the body to come closer taste the honey of the pollen and devour.
Until the change in climate cools her down and the petals start to fall and dry up for the season.
Left alone still longing a female that feathers all type of weather and there for the long run in reason.
Making me a better man than the good one I already am driving a togetherness mental steer.
Bringing focus where I’m unfocused in my path of accomplishment making gloomy times so clear.
The two sides of me combined with the she can make the soul once divided into one.
But until then I’ll be relaxing wide open under the sun.
Patiently waiting on my two for one.
Feeling the comforting rays of priority is me.
Until the she arrives to form the we.
By Kolin E.

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