Paradise Within

All elements of breath and nature
Are of luscious energy.
The pulsing warmth of two heartbeats
In rhythmic harmony.
Colors of no comprehensive grip, yet;
They draw
They share,
They vibe
They dance,
They shoot emotion into every soul they touch.

In our breathing dependent aeon
The heart twists and dissipates
animated elixir of crimson sight.
Though In the wicked, dreamy mind
Lush is the energy of Life.
Memory, the soldier of ambition
Health, an infinite existence
And Freedom, an accomplished intent.
Though lush life is of lifeless purity
When craved and craved by so many.
Two heartbeats with unpaired pitch
Of absent yet longing, warmth 
Of once so vibrant, now ghostly.
It's gained from pure hardship 
But lost through fragile foolery.
The mind.
The soul.
The frame.
Life is viewing.
It is a controlled sight from within.
The oceans, the mountains
A color, your board. 
Everything of energy is made 
To a degree of instilled belief.
The mind. The soul. The frame.
Trapped Spring leaves that,
slowly move,
Into craved colored Autumn.