Layered in Smooth.

Smooth is beyond the word heard but the emotions felt.

How you dance with compassion to a violin in minor creating a frequency that ushers to the soul.

Every vibration that meets my ears as your voice clarinets along the way.

With brush strokes so light turning the scars on my heart to art; a perfect ceramic glaze.

The way the sky is painted blue, then within seconds is the combination of angelic and an admiring array of magenta that soon meets grey.

Your tears falling as the moments that were once despair now transitioned into laughter no wrinkle could taint.

Holiness your eyes can’t see but your spirit demands to feel because without it would be a roughness resembling the eye of the sea.

Smooth in the way that time reveals a memoir of your most precious memories with a side of tea.

I’ll decipher what is smooth and present it to you so you can no longer feel the calluses that my words could construed.

Everything concealed in the ownership of what is revealed because if it tasted like melancholy the smooth chaser wouldn’t be much use.

A smooth foundation so firm that no wind, storm, or tectonic plate could shift the position in you.

Creating a velvety walkway that is undisturbed and serene.

For everything else can waver but smooth is where we will always meet.

The way emotions bloom as the spring buds do before our eyes creating an elegant perfume.

The same way your thoughts overflow and fill up the room.

Could it be?

The silk that makes up your hair?

The polished smile you effortlessly share.

Your fearless reflection you walk with everywhere you go?

Smooth must be the only way you could be true.

All the feathers in world couldn’t rewrite the definition of you.