When the thirst for love becomes a madness of fierce desire,
and all emotion adrenaline feels like liquid fire.
In that palace of anxious kisses and touch behold,
the soul in trouble in many stories told.
The mortal eye in a limitation shrine,
until the sorrow appreciates the gentle star in shine.
That light of love that gives the gift itself all be,
the constant sunrise in bound, to be free.
The heart of no rest reflects conscious spirit fire,
burning in time all worldly needs to expire.
The wheel of bondage is in the egos hand,
never able to comprehend with the celestial magic wand.
The turning great chandelier in heaven as given joy direction,
for someone knew, the need for ‘reassurance’, towards perfection.
Echoes through the many valley’s of twilight birth creation,
being a ‘part’ of the ultimate observation, is the intimacy in salvation.
The thirst from the stardust in the air will take another drink,
consequences by a constant lover given.