The Door of Love

Hey girl, you with your long dark hair curtaining your face. A smile from you, and I am lost in you. A sublime connection in the midst of a personal confusion. A new time has begun, it supercedes all of the past, there is thunder in its eyes, through its potency. And the thunder has control, and there is peace within it, when it is considered enough. And the present moment is an explosion, and it violently announces itself, and I take note, and wonder of its lack of self consciousness. And I think that I should shadow this, or at least I consider the idea of doing so. And on the streets of the city, it seems that all are strangers today. I wonder sometimes, where it is that I belong, and where the connection should be made, but it passes and I forgive my meandering. The door of love, looks at the picture, and seems to be open to all the possibilities, it seems to have a broad idea of what it is looking for, it is free,