Look not to see
But to realize,
That beauty is
Invisible.
Warm summer air
Will give the most
Honest Embrace
You will ever find.

Learn more
From what you hear
In silence,
Than the wooden bells
And cement cymbals
Recklessly, perpetually
Pounding day and night.

When excitement begins
Spinning, fastly reeling
Hold your breath inside,
To feel instead of think.
Inside of your eyelids,
Becomes the center
Of the universe.

The Past,
Will melt behind you.
The Future,
Walking towards you.
What they share
In common,
Will be  a home for you.