There is a deep seeded desire for
eloquence about the populations of the
air flow that gazes unhinged
toward the most exquisite love affair
uniquely brazen enough for all the
worlds to see; as even Luna pulls up to
watch being mystic and intuitive in
her own right; is hopelessly unable to
tear her attentions away from the
lustful dance between the shear
definition of feminine seductive
power & the unrelenting virile
masculinity of the heavens.

I sit outside in the throws of the
summer evening breezes and
view what can only be ascertained
as the most magnetic divine
meeting of all of my days whilst my
living heart beats within its cage;
& Jupiter meets Venus in a
fervorous braid.

What is it that holds the oceans back
or makes the flowers bloom
what is it that hangs with precision the sun
and makes it to chase the moon

What is it that makes us savor love
and makes our minds to dream
what gives a baby his first breath
and just the right air to breathe

What makes us long for something more
Contentment, a school boy's crush
We chase it around 'til we think it's cornered
But it always escapes in a rush

We're all searching for something deeper
Something beyond our mortal power
We won't find it in our vices
Or atop the Ivory Tower

I found the answers in eternal hope
And everything unseen
My treasures lie on the other side
This life is but a dream