Our passion should bleed the heavens dry
Inspire strangers to smile and cry                                  
Whispering our poetry in their dreams
Imagine what we stand imagining
Hoping, loving, lusting, scheming
Our passion should fly like stars
Searing the soft night of strangers
Gazing on our constellation
Looking upon our lives as destination
Historical spot where we burned with the deepest fury
Our passion should never be a bubble
Unless of course its a bubble of ever expanding trouble
Growing and consuming all who cross its path
Making them better for it presence then for its lack