something went wrong
no intentions, nor love,
only faith remaining
an extraordinary thing
if it floods, let it flood;
if the storm squalls, let it squall
amputating passions
like the branch of a withered tree
this is problematic
better to be wild, and poetic
ingrained and subconscious
a possessing of the body and soul
never be something of a slave
bind to a purpose
you are a part of the cosmos
after you terminate
life celebrating life
something more is meant
life has a secret intent
feel the spark
as the sky grows dark
respect spiritual as a state
so sensual and beautiful
as we all consummate
we are like stardust reaching the sun
Love the last three stanzas
Love the last three stanzas in particular! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."