Enrapturement; This is not love

It is not the enrapturement of

being in love, or falling in love.



Somehow it is more, it is beyond

What's considered to be in love.

Its permanence is solar like all

Of the galaxies of the universe.



Its grasp is that of the the sun

Waving gravity the direction of

Planetoids lost in the oblivion.



It's the atom moving in infinite,

Quantifying materials into relative

Fever passing through the nucleus

But always there.



Birds peaked on perched nests cradled,

Waiting for early dawn over mountains

As the song of the hummingbird wings

Is the searching for constant nectar.



All the angels voices heard by choirs

As harps string and bows slide 'cross,

Resounding verse like first emanation.



The way sky never falls in serene and

The quiet of the forest floor. This is

Enrapturement; This is not love.

01/23/2010

Posted on 01/23/2010
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