Isn't it ectastic
To live in a world of color
Or to think of you in the shower
Drying yourself off me, baby
Think about the distant stars
The lonely miles between
And all the lustful dreams
Of meeting you by the ocean
At low tide on a grey day
Nothing bombastic but
You said you loved me
And we walked out into
The waves and picked broken
Shells with our toes, like apples.
And isn't it ectastic
To live in a time of love
To love in a time of love

colorful butterflies painting the sky
in opulent glorious colors of victory
celebrating us in unbounded grace

skies in waves of melodious voices
in thunderous love ectastic bloom
rapturing us to nirvana boom

tortoise of eon in acrobatics
displaying ancient wisdom in fair
festooning airs with roaring laughter

long turbulent journey
today your end we celebrate
in rhythmic flowing rivers of joy

down falling eerie rain of blessings
powering us to a happy freedom
ballooning us to the king's wonders!

I'm surrounded by the ones I love,
Ectastic, I'm so lucky.
My child, the one I hold above,
Is safe, god I'm so lucky.
The best of times,
Dressed as terror, isolation,
I'm so lucky.
Food on my plate,
Roof over head,
God I'm so lucky.
So no hard word here,
It is depressing,
But my God I am so lucky.
Gracing health,
As lord,
All our care,
We are all so very lucky.
As novel suggest,
Novel be,
If untouched,
We are all so lucky!