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