Wondering.

The lips of summer stammer in the grass,
Parched in heat,
Seared by passion,
And await the drizzle to cool the skin,
Bemoan a sigh
To touch the ground hearing heart’s thunder.

The eyes behold the farthest star,
Blinking as the bodies soar
To celestial heights,
Wond’ring, gazing
Into the Universe’s unfathomable depths,
‘Till tears cascade in awe
And fear for thy spell.

The soul leaps from its skel’ton
Of cold ribs and gelly blood,
Screams at the chain of veins that bars
Its breathing,
Freedom, freedom…
Love, love…
I am,
You are,
We should be.

The mind awaits the twin-ning of reasons,
Union in spirit,
Oneness in beings,
Harmony in dance,
Cadence in steps,
Blurring of bitterness,
Joy in our fate,
Bliss in the twists and turns of your minds.