That a revolution can be started in the mind of another just by the presence you carry.
You can brilliantly and un-admittingly cast a seed with your laughter.
The pulsing shifting of energy around this oneness, a world, a universe, that we conceive and nail down into the ideas of life and death, melt away, dissolves into pureness as they meet your gaze.
The aspiring chase for linguistic accuracy is abandoned with haste just to get vocal exclamation moving as it stumbles to tumble out of my mouth, confused and dazed, afraid it might not get another chance to see the light of day.
Mixed hedonistic craziness comes abating and evolving,
a creature with magical brain chemicals in the driving seat surging out of orifices shared by all,
makes love amidst the gently mocking fairies,
hanging on the air as we exclaim our futile efforts to convince one another of our ideas, of love, politics and some, confused hate.
It is in this moment you realise the necessary pointlessness in trying to create.
True spirits, let loose on the world.
A beauty that gallops forth, pushing to share love before it overwhelms.
Unenveloping from your aura safe and strong.
It punches as it lands to rest on mine.
A punch that you can not help but smile at, like the innocence of a baby as they reach out for your attention.
A punch that dazzles, the angelic light streaming, binding all.
A magic, almost indescribable in any situation, only, that when any situation needs explaining, one look in the eyes that you inhabit is enough to settle all.
Calm the turbulence and sooth gently back into the realisation that every moment is perfect.
Even one that is spent in the gaping hole of a love long flown, can be calming just by the lingering smell of your beauty.
I know not what words to use, if ever I was to be foolish enough to try and sum up these feelings in a vocal expression of the long far away utterances when all energy and power of the word was forgotten on some cold, cyber winds.
I have long professed never to have missed, because to miss is to declare a longing for another moments happiness.
And it is not for being whole that I decry, but the wholeness that I am is elevated by an entrenched creative energy, the universe, flowing through you.
An energy that then reaches out of your soul, fingertips of love yearning to caress, I draw nearer and nearer. Falling, almost as if into a trap, and then suddenly, a slap.
Humbled by the eternal beauty that you posses.
Is there a word for that?
Thank you for being my gateway to this world, any time I feel like dabbling, I lay back, think of you and gently release myself to the magical adventures I will find.
Everything works, you slot in, impeccable like a glove to a hand that holds the soil from which we all began.
Dawn Dew
