He’s speaking
We
As in French
Through the acid rain
Our bodies didn’t get drenched
& even when everybody’s jumping at us
Neither one of us would flinch
Because we’re grounded by each other
& they never got the hint
Alluring fragrance
Passionate scent
Realizing an Arch Angel
From the Heavens
I was sent
Lucky number 7
Destination is fixed
Cruising through the clouds
Giggling
Sweet joyful sounds
Rose to breathe Air
Earth brought me back to the ground
Where our love was found
Gracefully floated down
So our landing didn’t make a sound.
Moore Consciousness, Confidence, and Clarity For The Collective. 