Will of Sense

Look
it's no more than the threshold
the doorway to so much that you can see
when you will.
Listen
undaunted by the silence
to the words that echoe in mute airs
or deliberately shut within eyes of storms
so much that I may tell you
perhaps
if you will.
Smell
the aromas of this Winter garden
that unfolds with Summer within
and holds, just so you may imbibe them, all the flowers
mostly wild, if some painstakingly pruned
that you will.
Taste
the spices, not always cinnamon
every so often vanilla
that warm distances and open routes
to as close and yet as far
as you will.
Touch
rare silks or untamed roughness
where yarn still blends with sprigs
but certainly skin and far more soul
simply nude
if only you will.

Sense
as deep beyond the sense
as high within the will
as you will.

(Will you?)

© 2005 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® Authors & Creations