Spaces and gaps diminish as magnets reign the night.
We might just chime a few words together but energies fill those quenching lines.

The air turns charged with a frequency change,
Chemistry seems to be an old story when FATE takes it's own stage.
I do not believe in speed nor do my gaze,
I do believe in range even when I am drawn in a daze.

Pulling us together when our core hearts are unleashed,
We might get a chance to get drawn in this birth without any speech.
Connection taking an astral flight,
In the unseen touch, when hearts beat as one in the monsoon night.

© 🦅🦅🦅 ALEX SELVEN