Of thousands of cosmic floating space dust
Do the stimulations of mind games flow
For life keeps teeming and ever would must
To keep on its daunting and thrilling show
But you and I must cast aside those fears
In the loud bright noise and the garish sound
For love has eyes, but never does have ears
Keep on turning our worlds on all ‘round
Peace of mind; loving true; keep us all well
In the warm green field we seek out to play
Speak truths down my neck that ring like a bell
And we shall be as one being all day
I cannot explain what it means to me
This blooming feeling of sophrosyne.