What more can we seek
     Than to lose ourselves in beauty,

Entangle ourselves in creation?

And fall backwards,
     Arms crossed,
          And eyes closed,
With the trust that
     The Universe will send
     Some curious cloud
          To catch our
          Wandering spirits,
     Our inquiring minds,
     Our sleepless eyes
     And our hopeful breaths,
     Encapsulated surrenders
     And hazed, lost sighs.