The heart has no hiding place in love
Its fruits hang low enough for the picking
The smell of flowers from its garden calls to passers by
music is heard from deep within
Like Eden its Adam pursues all that pleases his Eve
The wings it gives stretch out across miles on both sides
And in flight nothing looks more divine
With a halo over it’s head it pronounces itself chaste
Pure to prejudice
But prone to jealousy
Like a peacock its colours reach out in every direction into a warm embrace
In the spirit of the hippie,all it preaches is Love
Love it’s religion,priest and church
Listen to its music burn in fire and played in tongues
For the first time the eyes perceive smell and the ears see
Emotion defeats logic in a feast fight
All is bright,all is new and pleasantly strange
Mountains loose significance as oceans contest the endless horizon of possibilities
Life has new meaning
Time has lost season
And all is at the mercy of such a violent emotion
A dictator of sorts
That drags its victim away like a thousand wild horses into the sunset
Here is where the purest streams of joy empty like fine win into a glass
Sadness plunges to its death
laughter becomes common language
And tears may be shed,but in joy
Light footed,every step a glide
No other form of levitation could elevate the soul to a purer and higher consciousness


One response to this post.

  1. 🙂 this thing called Love.


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