What About You?

The sense of you is the spirit of the night
sneaking within the crevices of confusion,
riding the mind on a horse through dimensions,
making manifest all through REM evolution.
You taste, like me.

The sense of you is a rainbow filled cloud
floating through the sky on one magnificent wing,
grabbing the hands of moonlight and ocean spray,
dancing in the twilight of the universe’s dream.
You touch, like me.

The sense of you is a walk on Jupiter air
encircling consciousness with its own energy,
waving the wand of expansion and enlightenment,
releasing the self into a warm pillow of synergy.
You smell, like me.

The sense of you is a courtship with harmony
procreating gods and goddesses to fruition,
harkening all to a place simple with peace,
enveloping trust and emboldening vision.
You hear, like me.

The sense of you is a walk in a forest of words
piling on top of each other, collaborating and shifting,
forming storms of stories that understand humanity,
gaining meaning and momentum in every unveiling.
You breathe, like me.

Copyright ©2006 by P. J. Bromfield