nvc

what has the morning brought
again the day, the oranges
the eyes that beg me for a truth
and a belly hungry for yes
and in this well of potential
it is as nothing else ever existed and this is my day
to be everything i ever wanted to be.

my eyes closed i am on the moon
or in your arms
and the day yawns with our music
here we sit like seedlings, flowers
ready to breathe, to rock to cry
to forget and jolt back into the perfection of the dream
we will always wake up from another dream
and pretend to fly until we can remember how
until we soar please plant with me and remind me
and stretch with me to the sun: she gives, she is only to give

and with this heat, the moving making head
we can perform our miracles. like wizards with gems
and swirl the sparks that lie hidden and vibrating
pluck these strings and we will make the sweetest song

let me hear your voice. it comes from the place that i am
and only from here
from the essence space
can we be in the divine, together, dance