(THE ORB... THE IRIS... THE ITIS)
THE SOUND I PLAY FOR SHE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/VmqTMjceilo
THE SOUND I PLAY FOR SHE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
https://youtu.be/VmqTMjceilo
Her eyes...
And I swept along see infinity... Endless possibility.
Falling away into the darkness of knowing all.
She... And, oh my... I sigh.
Everyday and she infiltrates me... I a mass of atoms mathematically aligned... Forming around her, for in her eyes I am incubated and born again.
Seeing as if for the first time... Her nose I would kiss upon waking... Her lips would I caress so gently with mine... Savor her smile, oh my.
The day becoming ours as my strength and hers merged becomes the shine that illuminates the way.
Children of a most high Allah as formed from the clay of Africa.
Her eyes and I lean in to inhale of her femininity... Open my ears to hear that particular melody as she speaks my name.
I swept along to the edges of sanity... The edges of the cosmos where the big bang still resounds bound in a vacuum and spawning suns.
Matter and anti matter making love as galaxies young spiral along.
Her eyes looking upon a scarred warrior who having fought seeks to rest... The battle raging strong in his veins... Fire beating in his heart and pouring pon the sleeping masses.
Her hands so soft... Her tones so soothing.
I who would love her if she would only allow me.
The chronicle standing muted by her glance... Don't want to scare her away... A hummingbird hovering suspended... A beautiful doe unblinking.
Oh my... Sighhh.
And I swept along see infinity... Endless possibility.
Falling away into the darkness of knowing all.
She... And, oh my... I sigh.
Everyday and she infiltrates me... I a mass of atoms mathematically aligned... Forming around her, for in her eyes I am incubated and born again.
Seeing as if for the first time... Her nose I would kiss upon waking... Her lips would I caress so gently with mine... Savor her smile, oh my.
The day becoming ours as my strength and hers merged becomes the shine that illuminates the way.
Children of a most high Allah as formed from the clay of Africa.
Her eyes and I lean in to inhale of her femininity... Open my ears to hear that particular melody as she speaks my name.
I swept along to the edges of sanity... The edges of the cosmos where the big bang still resounds bound in a vacuum and spawning suns.
Matter and anti matter making love as galaxies young spiral along.
Her eyes looking upon a scarred warrior who having fought seeks to rest... The battle raging strong in his veins... Fire beating in his heart and pouring pon the sleeping masses.
Her hands so soft... Her tones so soothing.
I who would love her if she would only allow me.
The chronicle standing muted by her glance... Don't want to scare her away... A hummingbird hovering suspended... A beautiful doe unblinking.
Oh my... Sighhh.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
