He's an oracle of the fourth kind,
Seeing glimpses of light in my glowing mind.
He's haunting my heart, and bleeding the prison.
This earthen vessel, I want to fill him.
Brimming over, spilling out, I'm devout, no doubt.
So fills the flow, can I kiss his soul?
As he cradles my head in the afterglow...
Coincidence, incidents:
Like puzzle pieces we fit.
Hear the "snap", see more of the picture.
Where the hell has he been?....it figures.
...captured.
Coincidental Instrumental:
My shyness sings
As his burning bow blazes
Across my weathered heart strings.
Melodic sweetness, like honey, glazes...
Coincidentalist sentimentalist:
Sugar & apples & birds & wildfire.
Wolves & glow worms & his words, my desire.
Coincidence existence?
Fabricated and illustrated as a random chance.
An unplanned dance, a happenstance.
But his knowing glance, defies empty instance.
More, much more, than coincidence....
Coincidental astrological:
The horns and the shell cling tight,
Shore & tide make love by the moonlight.
She moves and he holds her,
They melt into night.
Into each other.
Beyond coincidental...
