Revealing the Moment

Sometimes the joy is too much. The words are messy, don't make sense... but, sometimes, they feel so right. It is not always how you say it, but, how you make me feel when those words wrap their arms around me. They don't have to makes sense, not if I can feel it. I have often wondered, isn't that what's important? The moment is divine and the gift is only steps away.

My breath is on pause, the glow is reveling; I touch the composition, so real, this very moment, the loveliness soaks my heart with joy. To be bequeathed with such beauty.

The definition of this moment is true, your words, wrapping love around my heart

You dug into thoughts deeply hidden within, wishful thinking brought to my soul, one that lost meaning in the seeking of it, life flows through the rhythm of your words, I can't hesitate, I'll take the mood, swing with it like a pendulum, the energy that is ignited within... Go on, blow the wind of joy my way... Só that I can inhale too.