the true angelican feeling of this world,
can be found between limbs touching,
on the silver lining of wednesdays and monday mornings,
ringing bells can be heard in hunger of the coming week,
found in the gasps after the onslaught of magnificent laughter,
in the elipses of time present between two,
the trickle of heavy breathe dripping over your chest, heaving, from pure realisation,
the encounters your eyes have with another while walking streets,
the lips pressed on lovers lips, necks,
the flutter of lashes, as you look wider, look fuller, look deeper,
the smile that grows, like that of climbing ladders,
the days chipped off from spending hours with those who love,
and days halted from tears from thinking with those who are now met with destiny,
the effervesence of time fluttering can be seen, butterflies flying
by those whose eyes are encaptured by the sun on gleaming days,
or clouds thats break away the heavens
in the moment of silence for when you are overcome by God
the night sky engulfing you whole, black hole,
when your soul longs for the darkness in the night,
but your body remains grounded to this earth,
this reality,
the gentle patter of rain on faces when visiting funerals,
questions asked by children about the moon,
and why people do what they do,
with hands and arms that move to the rhythm of beats that are foreign to your blood,
legs which find ways to walk on ground that is new,
that is broken,
and the most magnificent,
the souls way of never losing fight,
and loving.
I love,
in ecstasy.