Our senses evaporated
from the reach of our finger tips.
bleeding onto the table, the floor
blending with flowers & embracing the wind.

We're one, connected by the soil,
fused with the elements of the seasons,
together as unique pieces on this canvas,
where our expression embrace this terrain
like paint potent with Heavens palette,
we're magnets.

We held onto this moment,
where there's no difference,
no lines to distinguish what's foriegn,
No languages to separate tongues.
Just the breeze holding us close,
offering a sense of belonging,
we soaked in this moment.

"Can I remain here for a moment with you..?
taking in the simplicity of your existence,
it's raw undefined forms,
yearning an encounter fruitful for your soul,
I'm willing.. I'm earnest about what I'd learn
from each layer unveiled, Unravelled, and exposed.
I'm eager to know how deep the valley goes,
what would be left bear when we've
journey to the core,
this mustered seed of potential.. of hope,
to know what creation was meant for,
what your expression are and their intended purpose.
To discover what more can we find,
underneath what the world does not know.
.. you

you, are all I'm asking for."

© fruitfulodyssey

I deleted the parts of the original poem by mistake. But here we are with a new creation.