Airwaves

The waves caress on the Shore of Free. Just close your eyes and listen for my whisper. Out of my breath, the rising tide a wave on which my passion could ride. From each one of us a pattern is formed, a surge begins, the swells are born. A graphic representation of our emotions, wavy lines of abysmal sensations. Airwaves sent and you receive, you can send what you believe. Out of your soul they go, wavy lines of invisible color. Channeled to the empty space, the influential aura. Airwaves can be steep inverting smiles and frowns, so high and deep you think you'll drown. Ride the wild peak of restless weave. Airwaves can ripple so small and curvy, and make you feel all tense and nervy. The urgent need, are you in a hurry? Sometimes they circle, swirl and float like the aimless paths of cigar smoke. The best are when they are slow and round and pick your feet up off the ground like the sway of the Turquoise Sea. Airwaves. You can't see the essence there. You look right through them unaware. You breathe them in, they absorb your skin. Into your soul they go, into your heart they flow. To each of us they reach. Meditations to and fro. Waves of Wonder the light breeze blows. In my spirit, so rare and graceful, there is a lull. I sing for you my spirit song. Captivating and beautiful. It floats upon the invisible sea of waves. You cannot see it but it is there, this tender loving wave of air. Caressing you ere so gentle and sentimental. You hear your name as if a whisper. The song of the airwaves singing my seductive love songs to you. On my breath the rising tide, a wave is formed sent out to eternity. It picks your feet up off the ground to take you to my Turquoise Sea where endless waves break so easily on the Shore of Free. K 7-16-077-16-97, To my husband and best friend. K Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 07:06 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8