Ode to intellectual beauty

a billowing ballad, expanding

The waves of endless tears

Inside a grieving nephesh, the throat that is parched without the fresh water of your

Philosophical question,

It sounds like a rain after a long flood

Pitter-pattering against the sea.

Your heart rate climbs like a scuttling beetle, luminous and green,

Higher and higher

As it reaches your vocals,

And your words are not sounds I am familiar with

Like a new language

A new song

Descriptions of a different type of expression

From the breath of the Living God,

It sounds and feels like an everlasting breath

You placed into my very heart,

Spiritual sanctuary,

Locked in a fire that never dies

Never burns

A definition of the symbolic, the fact, the fiction, the dream, the story of our lives as

We find ourselves in a dizzy daylight

Vision,

Where the philosophy of your answer

Fills the void with a bursting ripe, healing

Command of consciousness

Rising above

Without magniloquent identity

Only subtle, intense intelligence in a beautiful pattern,

Quenching my parched soul deeper, unlike any other.