The last time she laughed

A world more difficult than this

Relaxed its haunted form 

And let passion flash full

Drunk with the night

Made mad with rhythm

A spirit of glorious amusement filled

Each open heart

With sweet song

So ripe and warm

So soft and deep

That every wild rose could imagine its soul

Changed from ancient dream to new symbol

 Is Beauty

Behind this business

of never having perspective

I've been aware

That I get weak

When I see her

But I would not tell her so

What if life was never the drama

You imagined it was

Only life and death and everything in between

Without any villains or monsters

Just an open canvas

There for whatever you want to make

No evil, no hero, no author but you

Day by day

From dust to dust

Always here, always now

 

 I changed my life

by giving up almost

and

willing only always

 

But now

My heart

Is

Full of a future love

It's an enormous ocean

It has eternity

As its vivid language

And has no agenda

But now