Imagine the cool breeze is a hug from  divinity.
The gleam and wide eyes, light in a dark heart.
Rays from the golden ball, a cue for our beings to jive.

Gravity is just a drill that bores the holes for the nails that our hearts hang on and.
Mother why have you hazed your vision and brought to oblivion the obvious.
You sit on the steps to intuition and shut it light out

Never! No! Never again to *****. From the day I got the stinging in my eyes, I rather have them open. Looking through the dark and gazing at the light in them