If I could speak from my soul,
And create a picture in your mind,
Of the thoughts and feelings I have inside,
Releasing a piece of me and attaching it to you,
So that we could unite and not be two?
Conversing in a language that feels and not speaks
I know this is getting deep,
But sometimes I find it hard to reach for a word that will describe,
Unthinkable aspect of me
not even I can clearly see.
Vaguely, something is forming
Being pulled together
from the top of my head, to the tips of my toes, the end of my fingernails, and the depths of my bones.
I feel it flowing in my blood,
Circulating my world,
Encapsulating my being.
Does this mean anything to you?