Farthest heaven fruitions - sweet -
A dream to which we run -
Like unencumbered horses -
To realm beyond belief -
Dwell deep in cosmic sun -
Creep to zephyr divine -
Gold - beautiful - trapped in its teeth -
Then to cosmic churning -
Burns with passion rare -
Drumming up a blare -
Doth stir a little tear -

Lust for - honeyed glow -
Oh! We don't fathom -
From whence we came - to which we go