That rainbow is the next love of my life

Gasping for air.
Screaming for attention.
Yelling with your strongest voice

As the sun caressed the cloud in the morning
I woke to a gasp of air
I woke up disorientated. Wondering who I was
Was I sexual person
Was I person who could dream more.
They say put your mind to it.

I asked last night if it was safe
For two empathic people to date.
I wondered yesterday if it was true
That we all came down the stairway
Or were we just born here.

Gently meeting her lips in the morning
I felt no one there.
Slowly waking up
I slept alone
Thou I sleep alone I am always with someone
Someone I once held in a dream
Someone who I once kissed deeply on the lips

As the dream unfolded
As her dream ended
As my heart connected once again
I slowly caressed her in a dream
Gently waking up beside a pillow
Where did everyone go from my dream.
Who did I wake up to in this land of light

My dream was of a water fall
My soul found love without my body
My heart connected to its emotional self.
My eyes saw her gentle smile
My lips kissed her astral being
As I woke from a dream
My body returned to a being of full

To be bi is to be in love with yourself
To be comfortable with sexual energy from deep within you
To be straight is to connect with the other half of the energy
To be comfortable with what your body was born with out
To be gay is to be comfortable with the energy you were born with
To enjoy the company of your sexual energy.
Lust is a creation of want
Love is a manifestation of True self
To be in love is to be whole again

I saw in her a light
I see in others a darkness
Because of life on this world
We had to leave
Because of lights above
We choose to talk about love later
Look above you Is the love or your life above or in front
Look below you is the life bright or dull
I fell in love with a cloud
I slept on a rainbow
That rainbow is the next love of my life
Love is that song deep with in you
picture at the end of your paintbrush
that speech that stopped people in their tracks
that gentle nudge in the morning
I ask why do people stop love when it is true
Why do people stay when it hurts
I walk among many who hurt
I walked with one who knew
I had to stop because empathy hurt
I trusted myself and had to stop
I trusted the moon above and it gave me this
A song in my heart
A poem in the morning
A astral kiss in the morning
Birds sing when I wake up
Because I wake up when they do
They sing for themselves
I write for myself to share with others
My heart found her
My mind asked her without speaking
I hope to find it all again
Where will I walk with you next
Who will I tend the garden with this time

Below is a picture done by a child prodigy. As she can paint the garden alot better than I can describe. Included below is a picture from her site with full copyright and website link. Enjoy her artist ability as much as you enjoy my poetry.

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