Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love.
Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.
How stubborn life is,It clings like silver in our souls.
Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust,You see.
A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.
Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens.
The sea, the sea…Man alone,Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness.
A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward – a way home…
Already I ache for all the livesI will never be a part of.
Life, wherever it leads,Will always be the same,It begs for the best of you.
A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.
Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.
On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…
When in love or inspired,An eternal kiss from the divineAwaits us all.
Sublime moments refracted,Even if only for seconds,Caught forever in your soul.