So recently, I've been having these vivid visions. And to be honest, I'm not exactly sure what they mean. I feel like while I was living out these dreams, the energy that surrounded me was one as if I known it forever. And if I didn't know any better; I'd have to call myself halfway crazy over this sort of thing. So I felt it was only right, that I wrote you this letter my Queen...
I feel like I could sit and talk to you about all my sorrows.
Only thing is, I feel like it would last for an eternity of tomorrows.
So since our time is only borrowed,
And this, we surely know is true.
It warms my heart even more to know I can spend it all with you.
Our realm is of pure bliss.
With out judgement.
Unconscious of self, to a fault to where we restore one another's health.
Nurturing the wounds from past adventures.
In this zone, time and wisdom, amounts to wealth.
And the only commitment we hold dear, is the sense of being one part of a whole.
The truth of our hearts.
I know with some time I'll be ready to play the part.
Of he who deals the cards.
Not he who holds until he eventually folds, from the pressures of his peers;
Who all claim to be pioneers and settlers.
Yet seem to love giving haste, to chase the ones with finer curves.
But for some reason, I feel like I could hand YOU the world.
Maybe, along with a few diamonds and pearls.
I know, I know, you're not that kind of girl.
Things of material value, are things that I can do with out too.
But due to this feeling, that some how you're not actually of this world;
My mind and soul, fills the mold for only you.
My woman of gold.
Metaphorically of course.
You're mentally diverse;
When we converse, time, seems forever lending.
Ultimately gaining clearer vision.
Your inner light shines so bright, that other women vanish from sight.
As if you make me blind, to thick thighs, and the ways they unwind.
It's said, they can actually save lives.
Well undoubtedly, you just saved mine.
So I wrote this letter to you.
With no address, and no destination.
No doubts, and no expectations.
I know you've read this whole thing from start to finish
Cause our energy is familiar, like oxygen to a pair of chemist.
My arms are the foam pit, and you the gymnast.
My heart the home, and this letter its scent
Locked away, in a box, with a small vent.
Letting off a slight drift, in hopes your soul will catch a whiff.
So when you're ready to come home;
Just know, there's space for you, inside my UFO...
