Some think you tumbled down Deep into the abyss of sorrow That you buried yourself into a hole While in fact, When looking closer, You crawled deep down in the depth Searching for your soul To ultimately emerge and rise like a phoenix, reborn
The scent of these flowers Make me discover again and again, The purpose and need In a world of change, That we are governed by time Wanting to move too fast, Fed by a craving to Celebrate that moment, When we finally lit up and blossom
sounds echo through the funnel
seamless bliss for our senses
there is a moment in time that defines this strain
following the option to regain
picking up a healthy pen to scribble
write down the love of the heart
into a collection of words
ordering the mind to spill its secrets
full of passion and desire
deep into the soul of emotion
you must sense it, feel it, touch it, live it
no more traveling until beyond the moment
staying, closed down, mocking the moment
with a splash of liquid
reminding us this is real
and not just a dream
She pours a cup of coffee,
Adding two sugars for sweetness
And a little milk,
Topping it off
With a twist of love and affection.
Good morning, my darling.
II
He pours a cup of coffee, Adding a smile for sweetness And a good slap of milk, Topping it off With a pinch of care and lots of love. Good morning, my sweet love.
III
They pour a cup of coffee, She ads two sugars to his He ads a loving smile to hers For sweetness.
He ads her favourite milk to her cup She ads his necessary milk to his…
Both topping it off With a twist, a touch, a pinch… of love and affection, of care and kindness, Adding the twinkle in each other’s eyes To start a perfect morning…