It's more than that.

It’s more than that

Or something else entirely

Beyond the reaches of language

Its skims the surface between mind and all else

Its sends ripples expanding

Outwards like a pond

Lapping the shores of reality

Like my thoughts are touching the outside world

Slender fingers, extra sensory, stroking

The fine hair point tips of emotion

Like the crests and peaks of waves

Rising and falling

Every now and then for less than one moment

They barely gently slightly alight

On the edges of all

And then they slip back,

A residue of everything clinging to them,

A speck of all balancing on their corners

And it settles and flows through me

Thoughts rise and fall

And even then words evade me.

Because its more than that.