It depends on the person, time and place
It counts on the state, perplexed or graced.
It is what I'd call a personal thing.
A soul with a goal in winter or spring.
As long as it lasts, the magic is cast,
Always the future but stems form the past.
It circles an aura about each soul,
Sending its message and finding its goal.
It comes in the day and often at night.
Whenever it comes, it's brightest of bright.
It colors the mind and it warms the heart,
Welds you together or tears you apart.
It's the greatest feeling one can declare.
Weather heart felt love or complete despair.
It's the essence of our being within.
Emotional truth, be it good or sin.
A door to be opened, our human core.
The path and the entry, to evermore.