our spirits step in unison
out into the ballroom
(they think we can't see them),
energies entangle, shifting in shape and color
with occasional bursts of flaring embers
/dispersing among the ceiling
like a sky of stars above our kaleidoscope choreography
(I wonder if you can see this, too- feel this, too),
an undeniably magnetic force brings our human eyes to meet -
realms overlapping.
through warmly lit irises I witness synchronized footsteps(when spirit manifests itself into almost tangible forms, you know they mean business,)
curiosity's capacity expands beyond comprehension;
we rise to the invitation of adventure.
we rise to meet the place on the path of one another.
we search through blades of grass taller than us; a sea of green lining the winding road.
as I gently open the growing curtain,
our human hands meet.
I want to find you here
every time I am lost.
