Beauty
entrances every ear
every surface:
engulfs it within the
flames that were sacrificed
from one hundred lighters
****** up towards the sky
with a mite that stirs
our joy awake
with a mite that seems to consume
every fiber of our being
in its brilliance
and we connect to the power
laid before us,
given to us at the sound of a yell
--a scream so defiant
it could break anything
but the voice
and the essence
of our prayers:
the prayers to carry us away
with these lyrics,
these notes and melodies,
to carry us away
in hopes of finding something better
--something euphoric--
within these songs.
We are not disappointed
in our search.