Soul Flying
A battle between my heart and mind, a twin flame destined for love's divine. Like a tornado takes the land I'm struggling to understand— the invisible lines inside of me that send messages in synchronicity. Running from my head to my feet, I can feel the intensity, and my soul is flying.
Treasured moments of landing on real, at night the kiss that I feel. It happens on occurrences of a song flying my soul to a place I belong—kaleidoscope colors of red and blue, sometimes green and purple too. My body is trembling, and my mind is in a daze taking me down a road of rippling waves. My soul is flying.
A war of tantalizing tricks can be unkind rationalizations inside my mind. My throat closes, and it gets hard to breathe, opening the chakra to set the air free. A love language comes from the soul with invisible lines and a flame that grows. From across the room, I see the glow release the battle and let our love flow. I'm Crying, laughing, lost in you could what I'm feeling be something true; my soul is flying straight on for you.
By Grace Kopesky 02/22/2022
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