sadness

there is a sadness that sweeps over me,
shakes me,
and makes me shade a little more faith
each time.
lives me a little more barren than before.

i feel denuded,by this passing tide.

i reach up to daubed skies.
a futile attempt to receive his touch.
my faith can no longer keep me
grounded,
as i lose more strength each time
that
seasonal tide sweeps over me.

dancing to the rhythm of love

Dancing to the rhythm of love,
entangled in this embrace,
oblivious to popular sounds,
cocooned in this pleasant air.
We samba to the cadence of our hearts.

From the apex of the mind
to the plains of the heart,
to the life- full depths of the soul.
It percolates,
penetrating,
till it hits a nucleus. arousing an eruption
that causes an effervesce
uncontrollable,
till this body
betrays this feeling.
As it bubbles over then under,
then subsides,
living a residue,
an after taste akin to sweetness.