A crypt in a flurry of words
On pearls, fires, and swords,
Raised on a fertile ground,
Under a merry-go-round,
On a path of a flower and a rose,
And a healing through a prose.

A vision of fluid domains,
Sights of free purchase and open truth,
Where the streams of the plains,
Cross, merge, split and always soothe,
With the warmth of the sweetest rains.

There the thousands jewels' desires,
Flourish under the rays of radiant suns,
Crystals and clarity for crowns that never tire,
And I weave a waft of gold through which I run.

Your mind, your body, your soul
Your smile in my sky the light of the most shining star
Your mind high and bright and sharp as the song of a sitar
Your body, flesh of desire, well of pleasure
Your soul, pure, true, in perfectly balanced measure.


Your mind, your body, your soul
All mine to have through infinite threads of real love
Save for the hardened reality here above,
That each absence pulls me back to my loner's trove.

The burning truth of a depth of sva
Ire, ired sire
Your dire dier dyes the dice of my dreadless houha!
Houpla! blah, bam, splash, crash and dive
Pointed target of all the curvatures of highness & strife
Noble trouble doubled and cobbled with the paths of endless lives
And the ultimate sweetness of a hard, endless and unquenchable fire

There's no beginning to Truth & Expression
There's no end to Beauty & Passion
There's only love, Love, LOVE... and Love...
And all the Treasures under, around, before, after, beyond, below and above.

If I could, still, I would cry
A well of the tears of my Love for you
And taste the acrid waters
Of a depth great enough to soar
Transcending into the Sublime
The Infinite, The Beauty... off the grime.

But I cannot, anymore.
So I dwell into the Lack, of You
In an emptiness large enough to fill
Each, every and all of the Spaces
Between Here, Now, There, Then
Between You, I, and All...

Between Everywhere, and Everywhen.

-Emelit