Non Sequitur

Oh my soul,

it's just that good,

how do you figure,

the shadow of your spirit.

Let's examine,

the possibilities,

one by one,

with heart in hand.

You could give,

up or give in,

or swing out,

like a starfire.

What is it,

that speaks to you,

with clarity,

and such upward flight.

Breathtaking,

soulsearching,

rockclimbing,

higher than here.

Listen with care,

do you see,

do you feel,

I will guide you.

The menu is stained,

with echoes of voices,

that never spoke,

unbroken in timesync.

The FrenchMan,

and his woman,

could not care less,

because they are in love.

What is it,

about the passion,

when it forms and grows,

in such that is nothing less.

Just another Blue Plate Special,

theory of the good for your,

soul with feelings,

in hyperswirl.

Meandering about,

the day to day,

until the power and glory,

comes over you.

Speaks to you,

in no uncertain terms,

that the guest check,

can not claim.

You have been had,

tricked again,

seduced again,

just another flipflop in time.

Let me tender,

that most sublime invitation,

drift with me until you feel it,

and you will.

It has come over me,

it will come over you,

just relax,

and dance.

Dosado