Dynamic Convergence
Concepts of conversation
deriving 1000 directions
tangental feeds
on the wings of honey bees
and the silence 'tween
inevitable as gravity.
Filaments of feeling
lighting and buzzing
through the mind-
A cask fermenting,
grains of wisdom.
Whispers of penitence
and conviction frothing-
laced within,
A sweet abyss, just beyond.
The ilk of Oak engrained.
The soft center-
it glows like fireflies
dancing in the heart's flame-
A serenade to enfold
the most refined solution.
~Jewls