Airborne

Ponder vibration, for I’m knotted aflame. This passion, a silent
Miracle; for the sea, the deepness of my psyche; and the stars,
Reach of my ardent spirit. Thus adrift, this penchant flame,
Unto clear diamonds. Wherefore tremors, thunder ablaze, unto
My wounded soul. But sheer splendor, the depth of emotion,
To part my aching heart. Whereby the earth, as colorful as
Heaven, and sensation, as vibrant as baptism. Thus the ghost,
A golden infusion, unto emerald dreams. And evermore, this
Flaming joy, unto rapture and sorrow. Wherefore paradox, the
Width of love, a touch of magic. And such nearness, the pace of
Distance, unto salvation. Whereby the flux, a taste of spirit, unto
Sheer ecstasy. Thus sanctity, the pulse of anguish, aflame my
Splintered soul. But consumed, unto riddled joy, pining for
Mercy. Wherefore possessed, unto spasms and divisions.