enunciating the feels.
the constant shift rising upward,
underlining the butterflies...
dancing like flames, dazed,
wade in the risky business,
plunge into the scenes that
seem to unfold to a perfected
soundtrack with precision of great fun,
grasp it for the love
of holding something.
the stars couldn't have predicted
a better time and time is applauding
such reverent corresponding..
in the silence is where the beat
but to determine if it is butterfly wings or matching pulses is the luckiest of all interactions.