Aura, Swag, Vibe, Soul

 

Undeniable, indescribable, but still I want to try

Ineffable as it may seem.

Your aura, yeah, let's call it that, is like a force

And oh does it force me to question every love.

Let's start over.

Your vibe, 'cause it's more than a swag, pulls me like a tide

Except it doesn't drown.

I could describe myself as deluged - you know, inundated with a great quantity of something.

Something, maybe a vibe, that I can feel from a great distance…it calls me out of my sleep, in fact.

And when you call my name, I’m not drowned but lifted.

Yes, a great quantity of quality vibe.

But still, it’s more than that.

Not time nor distance.

Not silence nor lovers.

We’re the Earth and the moon..

Inevitably, irrevocably – you know, in a way that cannot be changed, reversed, or recovered – drawn to each other.

It’s not physical; it’s gravity. 

Recovered – that’s a good word - 

I cannot recover from the separation of our vibes.

That’s why I had to write.

So you know…

It’s your soul, yeah, that’s it.