Watching the sky turn blue on a mellowed winter day, we sat in silence, taking in the beauty of such a moment, and I felt the threads between us tighten.
Moments later, feeling fully alive, we danced freely, as others gathered to stare, but we kept on dancing, prancing, laughing - when you're living you don't care.
The freedom felt in our souls had too often been neglected, shoved into the dreary cob-webbed corners of our minds. Not thoughts, just traces. Embraced the feeling, we have, since then.
And we'll keep on dancing, 'til night turns to morning, morning to day.
Until the day is no longer calculated by minutes and hours, because time no longer restricts possibility. Where our souls can mirror eachother's and transparency is possible.
'Til love in our lives is evident, and comes from every corner of our hearts in full bloom, reaching the abandoned alleyways and darkened corners.
'Til the strange is normal, and normal is no longer an adjective meant to describe a state of mind or being - where words can't define feeling, but our feelings can stand on their own and words aren't needed to know one's thoughts.
Where words are no longer used in conversation, and conversation becomes something transcendent - a form of communication that doesn't need to voice itself, because it can dwell in the silence. Two souls can walk hand in hand, in full knowledge and awareness of the other.
These are the days that I long for.
Moments later, feeling fully alive, we danced freely, as others gathered to stare, but we kept on dancing, prancing, laughing - when you're living you don't care.
The freedom felt in our souls had too often been neglected, shoved into the dreary cob-webbed corners of our minds. Not thoughts, just traces. Embraced the feeling, we have, since then.
And we'll keep on dancing, 'til night turns to morning, morning to day.
Until the day is no longer calculated by minutes and hours, because time no longer restricts possibility. Where our souls can mirror eachother's and transparency is possible.
'Til love in our lives is evident, and comes from every corner of our hearts in full bloom, reaching the abandoned alleyways and darkened corners.
'Til the strange is normal, and normal is no longer an adjective meant to describe a state of mind or being - where words can't define feeling, but our feelings can stand on their own and words aren't needed to know one's thoughts.
Where words are no longer used in conversation, and conversation becomes something transcendent - a form of communication that doesn't need to voice itself, because it can dwell in the silence. Two souls can walk hand in hand, in full knowledge and awareness of the other.
These are the days that I long for.
