The passion that time forgot,
ripples beneath the surface in ribbons of color.
Only a sparkling glimpse visible in the facade of flesh.
The soul speaks, it cries your name,
from the depths of a consuming love.
Reaching, always reaching, with tender hands.
Grasp the color, the light while it still holds.
Revel in it’s beauty and submerse yourself in awe.
Let it carry your weary heart, broken and beautiful.
Let yourself just be
let love embrace you and lift your soul,
higher than your fear, higher than your doubts and pride.
and from the height of this love,
let loose your grasp and fall