Passion lays dormant, under the mantle of lies and dishonesty.
One day, we touch the sun, all is new, breathing air untouched by mortals,
kissed by angels who laugh uncontrollably with God.
Giggling until cramped, we fly again, crows and finches at our sides as our guides to the truth.
How long can this go on, we ask? This feeling of perfect harmony and a shared molecule of zeal may outlive eternity itself, against all odds, we sit and listen to the winds of our souls, enmeshed in a beacon of light.
Rising like the Phoenix, the ashes transform fear into faith.
Passion lays dormant, she stirs and twists snakelike, frothing for freedom.
Behold, at last, a crack in the door of humility, then, blinding lights.
We promised to tell the truth, and, our souls danced in the shimmering sunlight,
hairs on edge, can this be so? A sense of urgency long lost plays the piano in the far distance, feel the notes, if you can open your heart.
Time stands still, and the moment has arrived of nothingness, and, captured bliss on the 6 oclock news at last, Lord, let the bells ring. Joy, spread the Joy,
as passion lays dormant no more, rising to the heavens with a hurried patience.
Where did passion go, asks one to the other?
There is no answer except cling to it with your every cell, for it is ephemeral.
Glory be the moment of such an awareness, shall we dance now forever?