Love In Wonderlust By:
S. Baber
Ode to that which seeks and penetrates my soul..To bask in
the love that courses through my veins and ensnare the senses and visions of
true beauty with the visual manifestations of that my seeing eye produce.
In that moment of astounding Joy..where she allows love to
engulf her truly for the first time in what seems to be a storybook’s decade…body
and mind entranced and brought to a place…a field of tall grass with wild
flowers and lavender a bloom..She is cloaked in a dress made with material that
has the softest touch and a vision of cloud like existence formed yet flowing
from her and as her Joy grows the hue of the gown change from soft pink to
peach and to yellow…all transpired from the aura of Love and Joy.
She stands there and the world she is in…in that moment…the
peace flows freely from her heart down to her toes…slowly bringing her hands to
her heart, to feel the beat…and in that moment she hears the voices which bring
her Love to this land of Wonderlust..It’s as if her emotions have taken over
her surroundings.. the breeze is the sweet melodies singing her Heart
Song and the skies mimic the warmth ensnared within. Shades of purple,
as a night sky. Then on to the Hot hues of Pink and orange all swirled together…and
the skies all of sudden produce stars gleaming white and shooting merrily as if
chasing one another in a frolicking game of tag. All of her feelings playing
out around her in a canvas painted by her soul’s desire, Love.
She looks to the heavens and her morphing gaze feels the
vibrations of all the living things around her..In tune to the Heart
Song they all share. Her eyes fill with tears, and as if they are
liquid crystal, they run down her cheek and drop among her skin and the even
the ground and everything they land on glow with an exuberant bright light…shimmering
in its purest form…
You have the cooling and warming tones to the skies with
dancing starry bright lullabies…the field of sing song swaying grass living
freely but kindly…the breeze warm and harmonious, as sweet as honeysuckle and
demur like a deer, but ever quick and welcoming…her existence the grandest part
of Love in its finest form…Pure, daring, and unconditional…It has been a battle
field of destruction and won over once again in Loves Faith Unwavering.
To have Love in one’s
heart, but to have Love in one’s heart, mind, body and soul is a love worth
cherishing and protecting until time shall no longer go on.
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