The Note of Creativity By Kenshin
When the moment strikes
Mind whirls in frenzy
Like lightning it takes form.
Your beauty needs no words
Just the eye of one to behold
In essence it's really just
Last Remnants
Reaching, touching the sky
She smiled mysteriously
Laying here in this grass.
Mind drops below
Seeking a new ground
Feeling heartbeat of Planet.
Finger reaches our Star
Heart dropped to the Core
Electricity bridging the potential
Lightning seeks
Transcend and Include
An oyster at the bottom of the seaMy physical mind opens to the depthsThought I was just this shell.
Thoughts, feelings, memoriesFlowing away like the sandConsumed in the vastness