Finely Tuned Poem by Angela Rooth

vibrations, through and through
vibrations.
I ache, and you
you are the beat
which rests in a warm silence,
strikes in a stunning cold,
caresses in this strange stillness.
you are the third
filling effortlessly
filling wholly
filling softly (until wholeness)
you are the silence at the end of the end
you are pure

vibrations all through,
and i see you

finely tuned are we,
and i hear you