Soft reflections of the things we have done
this life is kept within mason jars
Their volumes filled with
Uncontaminated droplets of passion

Our hearts are held within the hands of time
Cupping its beating energy
Purifying the savage rhythm known since birth

We ride along rails to stations
Greeted by shadows of our past
Embracing their kindness and their
Pursuits of diamonds mined out of
Reality's sacred grounds

I spread my arms wide and take capture
of the wind
There's no other option
for the life that I'm in