flight of the butterfly, rising free
Warm and present aftertaste
Bitter and pure black heat
Feeling the drifting notes
Of a distant song’s subtle beat
In each and every moment
Providence fills the heart
Remembering to remember
Love is the place to start
Touch the dreamer's open heart
Filled with passion's fiery elixir
Dance the dance of bliss with me
Making sweetest love to you
Mixing our deepest essence
No more me nor you
Alive in the small death
Ecstasy dawns in We
This place of you and me
Where souls are without form
Darkness, light, and darkness
Awake in newfound dreams
This glorious place I've described that defies description is where we arrive with the merging of perfect love. Where joy and bliss dance and leap and mix and weep, two spirits find the perfect peace of all divine. In the release of all fear, frustration, loss, bitterness, shame, and chaos, the moment of bursting and blooming love is close at hand.
Join me there?