Orange flood of light

Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing  

Diffuse apart with you

Yearning Is a wish to be free There’s a lot of pain, and you slowly die in the process It’s as if you no longer have control over yourself And all your molecules; all the pieces of love that make you diffuse into the ground, as you sink in I can’t gather you, wrap my […]