We speak on other frequencies
I hear you coming through
A spirit flickers in the breeze
It’s something it must do
To travel on the web of light
A power surge must flow
Dimensional the bird takes flight
Through secrets that we know
Mind to mind we find we meld
With true complicity
But in the end its only sparks
Through electricity
(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved
Never thought I’d get to enjoy an electromagnetic poem. Sparky. π
Thanks Chris! π