The Force Field

Wandering pools and skies

My love enters you in an infinite room

All the love I emanate is from your energy

It doesn’t lie

It wants the unique vibration

It has its own pulse

It strives to be poetic

It desires to live in our lighthouse

All our ego

All our emotion

Anger, bliss

is without it

It’s not for us

It’s a consciousness

The delicate light led through this language

was aching, then became aglow

If we were close

The magnetism of our sensation

would be felt within near spirits