I've seen through the eyes of a ghost
raise my glass in a toast
for this appreciation
is an exclamation
of a word so absurd
takes a moment to contemplate
this euphoric state
before i can reply
or rely on instincts
Im on the brink
of an epiphonie
affecting you and me
like a blessing spreading this disease
what comes with ease
is only natural nothing exponential
or phenomenal
geometry in motion
giving rise to a notion
or an emotion
that i cant detain or retain
it as a sence of conflict
that break waves so strict
been choking on the miniscus
of your love spilling over the edge