Where your eyes stare
those words you whisper
the continual flow of actions…
did it flash forth in a pot
was it something magical growing
from spot to spot?
Is the radiance of the sun
specifically shone on me?
Is utopia carved simply for my warmth?
Has the sun shone forth its bliss?
Why does the moment seize my ease
when dance should be me?
Sprinkle the air with what truth you would
take all the magic that rather should
stand to be the crown of our smiles
Give me this and take away your chance
let me fall to ignorance
and forever enjoy this beauty dance.