Whole worlds, I found, In our shadow.

I thought, he looked attractive. With sparkling green eyes indenting his impish smile. The furling long hair reaching his chest, where leather waistcoat shrouded him in old times.

But then, my heart felt louder, beating with the wind, just like it's relentless and harrowing shakes, rattling the door locks of the inn.
While children ran, or stopped to listen intently. To music, undescribable.

I was thinking...he's so radically beautiful, kind of magnificent that tall; Wildness made welcoming by graciousness.
Except then, my blood surged upwards from the floor, curled around my legs and swept right through my spine. Provoking me to dance, or seek his glance once more.

I couldn't stop considering...How damn sexy he appeared, with that soulish voice, when he sang, it was trembling, like warm honey dripping against gravity, reverberating outwards and ahead...from down deep inside his belly.
And, this while, i'm thinking, How beauty makes us seem great, when it's the purple liver, or yellow intestines, red heart, or sluggish looking spleen, that makes this outside looks so,
fine.

And I'm standing there, hand clasped to guiness, hat askew, feet twitching in anticipation, keeping checking his looks, and he's still good-looking.
Still tall and, somehow gorgeous. But that's a terrible word.
Becuase i'm starting to feel like, no mords could come close, no concepts, ideas, or ways of designing him. It's more like...his sounds of songs, hold worlds that couldn't even be seen, not at least by this naked eye, or scrabbling mind.

It feels like he's got the power of old ages, rested in his bones, like he's travelled many lives, and found himself again, here, in awkward looking flesh.
Which can't help but look so strange. When you know, that somehow, inside your skin and hides, theres, elements of miracles, and plans of gods, in wait, being devised, and the endless sky is rocketing ahead, and the black night is cycling with grand heaves...and thats what i see, when i look in his eyes, I see, whole worlds, and undiscovered ones too.

Frosted blue light reaches eons across the trees, and shimmering glitter white dawn...I hold his hand, and he's telling me lyrics, and the whole universe hushes, as he whispers, in the cold night, every silent creature opens an ear, and listens, we all hear, 'tip-toe' he's saying, more careful words...

And im compelled, totally absorbed and taken in, heres a soul, i've found to confide in, not like the others.. his gaze comes from higher times...ancient waves...old spirit speaking vibes, and i can hear the many quivering spirits, dancing around us like elves, or slights of dusty light.
they're loud, laughing, happy for us, at our meeting.

And i'm so out of my mind, i'm lost, in oceans of blue bellowing time.
Our minds, connect, and speak, in such an understanding way.
Or maybe it's becuase we play our music together, we've got another way of communicating.
It's a really beautiful thing, to hear our instruments sing;
And blend, energies come together and mend, broken holes, missing parts, as our hearts speak softly in the coming of the day...with rested whispers...and silent watching creatures, gods, and boddhisatvas, laugh and rejoice, send us melodies to make together, and together, we're transcended, together, we make more...together we're a praise. A great thankfullness and care.

And i'm so far gone by now, i couldn't remember how any of this began, but it doesn't matter, becuase the poems are still whispering, Exhale, and touch.
look out the beckoning window.
Whole worlds, i found in our shadow.